So we took the class. We did the homework. We welcome the children. 11 as of today.
Our hearts get bigger, fuller. I suppose, because they grow in size, when the stories roll in or they leave our home, our hearts break harder, the ache lasts longer. We worry about their future.
"I could never do that." people tell us.
Love them, then give them back.
They were never ours to begin with.
We signed up to love kids as our own. And we do.
We signed up to love their parents to reunify. And we do.
And it's hard.
And it's painful.
And we do it again and again.
