After our foster son's birthday party guests left the other day, we invited our 12 year old to sit down in a chair in the middle of the kitchen. "Close your eyes," mama said. "I've got something for you that you've always wanted." Then, smash! The remnants of baby's smash cake went right into his … Continue reading Missing Experiences
We took a trip to Wilmington to make painful decisions and hard choices about the care of our children. There, we realized that we are not broken even though upon our return, our family changed.
Just 15 minutes into his first basketball practice, he did something that we never thought would be possible. That's why my children are my heroes.