In October, Jeff and I embarked on a new adventure together. It began with thirty hours of classes (plus homework, despite the promise I made to myself after graduating that I would never take another class again).
Lots of paperwork and elbow grease later, we are licensed foster parents (or, as we are called in Tennessee, resource parents). Our first foster child arrives this next week, for 48 hours of respite care.
For privacy reasons, I can't tell you anything about the child, or even how the visit went after it is over. But I can tell you about our journey: what made us decide to do it, and what we had to do to become licensed.