As 5:30 tomorrow races towards us, I am so glad I stumbled upon this blog post. I needed to hears this. My nervous Nelly, the sky is falling, I must be perfect self is freaking out. I cleaned our trashcan last night. Scrubbed it inside and out. I might be a little crazy. I just want this so bad. I want to bring a child into our lives. I want to help a child from not having a safe home. I want to see their smiling face and know I get the honor of loving them.
Here is the blog post if you are interested.
“You seem nervous,” she says, smiling. “Please don’t be. This is not an investigation. This is a…warm-and-fuzzy. You know? I’m just here to help you bring your daughter home.”
Opening every cabinet and drawer, asking everything about our health and relationships, seeing an x-ray of our lives. This may be nerve wracking, but it is an important step designed out of love for these children. So when they are taken out of a desperate situation, they are put somewhere surrounded by safety and love. This is what biological parents should have done in the first place. This is what keeps our kids safe and gives them the best chance in life. This is what loves is, and how beautiful that we get the opportunity to already love our future children by diligently making the best life for them we can provide.