How did 10pm ER visits, acquiring new family members with a phone call, raging teens, trauma parenting, and everything else that comes with fostering become so normal in my home?
Even stranger, how is it that I love it so much, and that I wouldn’t trade it for the world?
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.”
― Ernest Hemingway,