I was ecstatic to say the least. She came to our home on a Friday, faxed our application into the state capital on Monday, and we were licensed Wednesday morning.

We picked up our first foster son Wednesday afternoon! What a joy. He was wonderful in every way, and we fell in love immediately.

Unfortunately, it was not meant for him to stay with us. A family member came forward to adopt him five weeks later. Our hearts were broken. As we visited with the family, though, we could see that this is where he needed to be. Even though we were heartbroken, we were at peace with were he was going. The family even promised we could keep in touch, which was a blessing for us.

Eleven hours after we turned our first foster son over to his new family, we received another call from the head of the agency. She called to see how we were doing after our hard day... or so I thought. After we talked for a few minutes she informed me that she had another placement for us already! A little girl this time, only two days old! Could I be at the hospital the next day to meet her and take her home? A quick nod from my husband assured me that I could say yes.

So, that brings us to today. It has been eight weeks since we brought our foster daughter home and we are in love again. It is going to be a long road before we know what is going to happen, but we are going to enjoy every minute we have with her and pray that we are meant to be her "forever family."