Monday mornings the kids go off to school and I load all of our weekend muddy river clothes into the washing machine, and shake out our sandy shoes, and then I sit in front of my computer to see the images and basically break into a million pieces. This session, with an incredible foster family, has me just undone. But also the opposite. All at the same time. I could write about it, but it would be too much, so instead I uploaded the faceless images here today, with faith that the poem echoing in my bones will reveal itself without any words needed.
May is foster care awareness month and this beautiful foster family has my heart.
Entirely.
