In the late afternoon of December 31st, Dave and I eagerly hopped in the car to take one final drive to a familiar location. It was our last time together as a young, childless couple--a fact that we had been counting down all day, cheerily stating "this is our last lunch together." We were on our way to pick up Twelve and Fourteen from their foster home and bring them permanently into our family.
Last year Dave and I sat on our roof, counted down to midnight, and imagined what the next year would hold for us. One year later we lit sparklers on the roof as a family of four, gasping as the neighborhood skies sparkled with fireworks. It was the best way possible to ring in the New Year.
Our teen room is occupied, our home is filled, and our family is here. The girls are absolutely amazing, strong, smart young women. Twelve is super sassy and hilarious--she loves to do impressions and crazy voices, play-acting a whole host of characters. Fourteen is so caring and has a real knack for taking care of animals; she has been working with StarFox on learning new tricks, and her love for all our little furries fills the house with giggles.
I generally like to keep my personal life out of the public internet's big red eyes, but I couldn't hold in the excitement. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FAMILY.
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