I was walking into Foodland over 10 years ago.
A lady was sitting behind a table before you went in the entrance.
I think I thought she was selling doughnuts.
I asked what she was doing.
“I am signing people up to be foster parents.”
I wrote down my information.
She later told me that I was the only person that signed up.
I am so very thankful that I did.
I imagined a little six pound baby in my arms.
I got my groceries and plotted how to break the news to Jeff.
It was easier than you think.
Jeff loves kids. All kids. Hyper. Disabled. Angry. Even teenagers.
We try to count and never agree on the number that have been in our home.
Our kids are asked about their siblings and the answer is well- complicated.
His. Hers. Ours. Theirs. Foster. Adopted. Exchange. Short term. Permanent. Etc.
I can tell you stories that would rip your heart out. Jeff says they are not ours to share.
The past of a child is just that-Theirs.
And I agree.
But what I can tell you is this- your heart doesn’t have a fuel gauge.
It will never be full.
As a matter of fact, the more you love- the more you can.
As for the baby that I brought home ten years ago- he was 6’2, 300lbs., 14 and angry.
For a while we were known as the blindside family, now we are just us.
And as far as my heart, it was almost as close to full as you can get today.
When he reached and smiled to hold his baby niece, life doesn’t get any better.
I wish I could capture the beauty, but a picture will have to do.
Thank you Lord for my brand new baby girl and my big baby boy,
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What a beautiful story of a beautiful family!