"So, how exactly do we adopt kids here? Where do they come from?" I ask the lady who was across the desk from Dan and I. We had put in our application for adoption a couple days after we talked about it over dinner, and now eight months later after a lot of interviews and inquiries, we were approved. 

"Well, these children were either orphaned or died before birth. With the exception of children that died before birth, who come here as newborns, these children are here as the same age as when they passed away on Earth."

Dan smiled and squeezed my hand. I knew he was so excited. The lady, whose name was Janice, passed four folders to us across the desk. "These are four children we believe would work well with both of you."

The first folder contained a picture of a new born, no name because we would get to choose a name, and some basic information. He was very tiny, and was a quiet baby. He had bright blue eyes and he looked like a very inquisitive baby. 

"Dan! He looks kind of like the baby pictures I've seen of you!" And he did, he looked exactly like a baby Dan.

Dan picked up the picture to look at it. "And his eyes look just like yours! He looks like a perfect combination of us! Like he was meant just for us."

We looked at the other folders, but we knew that the first baby was ours. Meant for us. We told Janice, and she said she would get back to us as soon as possible. 

A week later, we got to be called into the home where our son was being taken care of. Janice met us there, and the foster mom smiled and hugged both of us. "Come, I'll lead you into the baby's room."

We walked to the back of the house, to see him laying in the crib, playing with a mobile. My heart melted when I saw him. 

"Do you want to hold him?" The foster mom asked me. I nodded, and took the baby in my arms when he was handed to me. He cooed and made cute baby-noises and gripped my finger with his hand. 

I looked at Dan. "Wanna hold him?" He nodded, and accepted him, and I saw him tense up when the baby touched his neck. At least he didn't drop the kid. 

The baby snuggled into Dan, and I saw tears come to Dan's eyes. He looked at Janice. "When do we get to take him home?"