I barely slept last night. I woke up this morning & got dressed in my nicest maternity clothes. Haha. I got my present together. I took one last look in the mirror to make sure the make-up was perfect, and that every hair was in place. Then the time for me to meet up with Kim came. We got in the car and we were off. We talked the whole way to the restaurant. I wasn't nervous at all ... until Kim said "we're almost there." That's when the butterflies arrived in my stomach. We parked the car. I got out while taking a deep breath. It was time... I was about to meet two of the most important people in my life: Brent and Stacy*, my son's soon -to-be parents.

We turned the corner & there they were. I was almost taken back by how beautiful Stacy* was. Brent* seemed very gentleman-like. We greeted each other with a hug, exchanged presents & sat down. We ordered & had small talk. Stacy* kept staring at me... I couldn't tell if she was judging me or imagining what our son might look like. They made me open their present. I loved the bag. I'm definitely saving it & it's going back to PA with me. It's a blue denim bag with brown fringe around the top. with red handkerchief tissue paper. It had a little tag on it with a sticker of a horse on one side & a sticker of the state outlines of PA & TX on the other. I think that's thoughtful.:) They gave me lotion, warm socks, & a gift certificate for a pedicure. Yay! I can't wait to get one. I mad them open mine. The poem cam first. Stacy* tried to read it aloud, but only made it through a few sentences before crying, so we decided to pass it around so the Kim's could read it. Next she opened the sono pictures. Brent and Stacy's* face lit up & they were so grateful. Brent *handed me a photo album of nursery pictures. The nursery is adorable. It's a neutral color, with some antique toys on shelf's going around the ceiling. It's a cute nursery. The rest of lunch went wonderfully. Only a few awkward moments of silence. After lunch Brent & Stacy* wanted to spend time with me, so we said goodbye to the Kim's, & the three of us were off to the Fort Worth Stockyards.

Stacy* stared at the sono pictures the whole car ride. It made me realize how much they wanted to be parents, & how much love they have to give my son. I'm so glad I chose them to share my son with.

The stockyards weren't a great site to see, but I enjoyed just seeing a new part of Texas. And I enjoyed getting to know B& S better. we walked in & out of all the stores talking about everything from family to my life, to my wishes for my son. We eventually made our way to get ice cream.

It was so easy to talk to them. They made me feel like I was a normal person not judging me like I thought they might. Brent* made a lot of jokes which mad it easier to talk. And Stacy* is so sweet that it's like she's welcoming you to talk to her. They are both genuinely nice people. And they are respectable towards each other, but yet they can poke fun at one another too. I'm convinced right now that I have the best AP's:)

Next we made our way to the Botanical Gardens. We went into the butterfly conservatory. It was breath-taking. I kept accidentally swatting at the butterflies because it's my natural instinct. When we were done we just sat on a bench & talked about anything and everything else we could think of. There was a lot of silence, but I didn't even care. I was perfectly content sitting there, know I picked wonderful people to be my sons parents.

We walked around a little more when they realized exactly how much they were making me walk. Haha. Brent* joked that I would go back to the dorm & tell the girls how mean my AP's were because the made me walk so much. He also said maybe next time they'll take me to Six Flags. Haha.

I didn't want the night to end. I was enjoying myself so much. I'm glad I got to finally meet them and that they are perfect. :)

I enjoyed coming back to the dorm & bragging to the girls about how awesome my AP's are.

I need to go to bed. I'm beat from walking. Haha.

*Thank you God, for helping me find wonderful people to be the parents of my son.*