For both of you who are wondering where I went:  After 5 years of applications, training, certifications, re certifications, worry, prayer, panic, apprehension, therapy, more prayer and did I mention prayer:  we got the call Tuesday night, and just brought home our first foster daughter Wednesday night.

And she's perfect.  She's turning 8 tomorrow, beautiful as the dawn, happy as a sunflower, giggles like a brook, smart as a tack and I'm hopelessly lost in a whole new kind of love.  The only thing wrong with her is her parents care deeply about her and we'll probably have to give her back in a year.

Its not that I don't have any spare time for DA anymore.  Its just that all of a sudden nothing here seems urgent, significant, or worthwhile to me.  I just spent the evening with her giggling and resting on my shoulders and even I don't have the words for it.

And for the rest of you who could care less where I went: stick it.  Adeau.

Until anon.