Waving Bye-bye

I told you we are trying to adopt some kids. The best way for us to do that involved getting licensed for foster care even though we — especially I — are constitutionally ill-equipped for that.

We weren't licensed a week when we got the call: "Can you keep a baby girl for a few days?"

A few days turned into a month. A month of too little sleep (especially in the beginning), no free time, and a lot of money spent caring for a tiny tyrant. A tyrant who wants to eat every two hours, demands to be held constantly, and pees every fifteen minutes.

A beautiful tiny tyrant with big eyes, a sweet smile, and little brown hands that wrap around your heart as easily as your finger.

She left today, three weeks late and 18 years early.

I am definitely not cut out for this.