Three calls, one big surprise.
our three little musketeers
The looming heart and soul of Belebat
Saturday 30 of July, 2016. We knew their names, ages, likes and dislikes and health conditions (this time we had a lot to as), but Karen gave us an appointment, to discuss the match further, for the 18th —Monday.
At the meeting, was our social worker Karen, the little ones’ social worker Heather and two overwhelmed, anxious and terrified fathers-to-be. When we got home, we had in our hands all the information we
needed to make an educated decision… and it felt right.
That night we called the couple who bought the townhouse and explained the
change in our situation. They were sad to loose the house —a week before
closing the deal—, but very happy for all five of us. The good old Victorian townhouse was still
ours. The second call that followed was to the removal company, the move was now
cancelled. One more thing was left to do, I had to call France.
If the money to purchase Belebat was not going to come from the sell of the London house, we needed to find another way to found it. Nothing is ever impossible for those who dream with their eyes wide open, its all a matter of time.
this morning I called the company that owned Belebat —why this property belonged to a company is a paragraph for another story— and explained the reason the house in London could no longer be sold. To do so, I introduced the boys as our three little musketeers, getting nothing but silence in return from the other side of the line.
Mumbling along, as if she was looking for the right wording, Marion —the member of the board of the company we were dealing with— said: Château de Belebat will be yours, no matter how long we have to wait. Because you see, a long time ago, under the reign of King Louis XIII, the house belonged to one of the King’s bodyguard, a musketeer. Soon you will have three.
Belebat will be yours —Marion continued— because it’s been waiting for you for almos four-hundred years.
I cannot stop tearing.