Posted by on Jul 6, 2015 in Uncategorized |

(I’m at Coffee + Crumbs today with a post about the moment I consider to be the real starting point in our foster care journey.)

 

I pulled the bent, oversized white envelope out of the mailbox and closed the lid with a metal clank.

I stood in the open front doorway of my home and stared at the return address, running my hand across the envelope’s smooth surface. First class mail from our state capitol.

My gaze settled on the top right corner of the package, on the red postage stamp in the corner that declared Pennsylvania’s investment in us.

$1.82.

I tip-toed inside, gently opened the envelope’s flap and pulled out its contents. I thumbed through brochures filled with information I’d read online dozens of times, nodding as I skimmed. Hunting for the one sheet I truly needed, I grasped it with triumph when I found it – the list of our county’s approved foster care agencies.

It was our turning point. That moment when years of “what if, someday…” rounds the corner to “let’s just take the first step…” and then suddenly you’re holding one hundred and eighty-two pennies worth of information in your hand, and the weight of it feels like the weight of a child….

Click here to read the rest of the post at Coffee + Crumbs.