Tonight, Carrot was hurting.
I see Carrot and Zucchini for a few minutes, twice a week, as they pick up Pumpkin for visitation.
We have these conversations, that feel so unbalanced. I know that someday soon they are moving into our house, and someday soon after that they will be my daughters. My brain always jumps three steps ahead (that’s the girl who is going to be my daughter), and then jumps back (but, first she’ll be my foster daughter.)
It feels similar to when I was dating Croi, and thought, “that’s the woman who I am going to marry and have babies with.”
Moments feel more significant when you know they will be the foundation for a lifetime. I’m falling in love with these girls.
I know we might have a lot of yuck and muck before then, but the cool thing about being a grown-up, is I know one day, they will be my daughters.