Because sometimes when I read a post by Erika, I just want to share it with the world. There have been many – but you’ve got to read this one for sure.
The lobby lights ablaze behind me turned the night outside to graphite, cold, invisible, even as I pressed my forehead to the glass to see which car Jenn had hurried to in the parking lot. My heart thundered, one thousand butterflies beating wings for that first, ultimate moment of all of this to hurry up and be over. We had waited two hours in that lobby, twelve months through the torrent of paperwork and questions that precede a foster-to-adopt … Read More