She is the cutest thing we’ve ever seen, and we treasure the days and all the times until she can transition to a birth family member.
When all the toys are boxed, the treasures of one person in a many-person household, who would think that what is left behind could be so big?
With friends and needy and grieving and isolated and savoring, I went creative: the paintbrush and the hammer and the string making patterns I could follow.
I imagine that, like me, you want an answer: something to eat or do or break or understand that will make the difference, make this bearable.
Did you hear we have a new placement? My goodness, I thought there would be more problems associated with something like this…
The hum of a white-noise fan upstairs
The purr of a lone car going by
The sound of my own cough