Each morning run, each happy hour, each late morning running around half dressed,
Today I pick up the girls from the group home to bring them home and while this is every thing I have been planning for, prepping, dreaming of, I'm nervous to really get excited. I think my heart is protecting itself knowing that everything is about to change. I have to be the adult, the care giver, the protector
So now my brain says, grow up and make sure they see you as someone who can handle anything that happens.
Everyone is so excited and I'm in neutral, trying to take it all in. Here we go!
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