I remember the phone call.
Social Worker: "Would you and your husband be willing to take in a 6 week old baby girl? Just for a week. The foster family that she's with is overwhelmed and she needs to be moved."
Me: "Why are they moving her?"
Social Worker: "Well, she cries a little, but it's not that much. It's just for a week."
Me: "Yes, we'll take her."
It was late at night when you showed up. You were crying. The social worker didn't know what to do. He said he had tried everything, and you just wouldn't stop crying. You'd been crying nonstop for hours.
So he handed you to me over the threshold. And the crying stopped.
You were beautiful.
I thought "Don't fall in love. Don't break the rule of fostering. You have to give her back in a week.".
Your daddy slept on the couch with you that night. You couldn't sleep unless you were wrapped up tight in a blanket and being held. Otherwise you thrashed around and screamed... a byproduct of choices that weren't yours.
No one knew the depth of pain you were experiencing...
We just knew to love you through it.
And still...even today...we love you through it.
One week turned into two. Two weeks turned into three months. Three months turned into a year.
One year turned into three.
Three years turned into nine.
I fell in love. And you stayed.
And all it took was saying "Yes". And just in case you ever wonder - I'd say "Yes" all over again.