It’s not a fairytale.
It’s dirty socks found on kitchen chairs, next to toilets and in the dog’s cage.
It’s six lunches needing packed.
It’s scooters left out behind parked cars and its cold showers.
It’s the sounds of little girl’s laughter creeping through closed doors well after bedtime.
It’s tears by the tub-full and grace upon grace.
It’s “I love you” spoken when least expected.
It’s the desire of a man and a woman to live out this vocation with sometimes painful honesty which means it’s acceptance that what was broken can’t be made whole again.
It’s the understanding that no amount of family meetings or vacations can bring back what six girls lost when their biological parents parted ways. But, it is the belief, that while not perfect, not a fairytale, it is a home.