I remember the first night I met you. You were so quiet and unsure about me and those loud kids that called me “Mom”. You ate the lasagna that I put in front of you while I sat next to you and listened to the family care manager tell me “your story.” It was a sad one, especially for one so young, and some of it made me nervous. I remember wondering if I would be able to love you as completely as you needed to be loved...without holding anything back. Just three weeks earlier I had said goodbye to two brothers that I had grown to love very much, and I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to handle that same kind of heartbreak so soon. Even though I knew that it was the nature of foster care, it didn’t make it any less painful, and I was afraid that there were walls already beginning to form around my heart. Very quickly, however, God ...