Court. Until we started fostering, I’d never been in a courtroom. Court sounded scary and intimidating but after going a few times I learned to hope for the best- expect anything. Although I can tell you no catchy little cliché’ could’ve prepared me for what happened at our last day in court. I was alone….
Five days. That’s it. Then, he left and I couldn’t stop crying. He first arrived on a Monday, left on Good Friday and I can assure you it felt anything but “good.” DHR had located distant relatives who were willing and able to take him. When much to our surprise and great delight just five…
Maybe a sip of water will help. The lump rising in my throat caused my voice to crack, “Yeah. Sure, we can meet at the store later this afternoon.” Another unexpected-all-to-sudden departure. Foster care. I love it and hate it with all of my heart. Truly. Last night from the porch while the frogs…
The best way to finish something is to start. We could start with how many times I’ve started this post in my head, or we could start with the come-apart I had in the car on the day 14 days ago. Thankfully no children were present, and only the passerby in the parking lot…