Precious foster children (I so wish I could show you their innocent and beautiful faces...that's against the rules which are very hard for this photographing-crazed Gramaw to follow...), entrusted to the care of my daughter and her husband, who instantly went from a zero- to two-child family with literally one phone call.
I remember the excitement and uncertainty and overwhelmedness of that day last May. E and Z lovingly embraced them into their home and pretty much survived a week of Baby Boot Camp learning from scratch how to parent two littles. They've done and continue to do an excellent job, bringing structure and security and oodles of love into their young lives.
And into the life of our extended family as well. We've all scooped them up as one of our own.
We know it is most probably temporary. But for now, and until the courts rule otherwise, they are our...