Happy Endings

It's been a long 24 hours. Or maybe it seems longs because things had been quiet and almost calm and quiet. But the pot has been stirred and the craziness of being foster parents have things swirling around. Everyone seems a little lost or a little off centered.  Mostly we are just exhausted from what is a long drawn out court system.

While the twins were down for another resting period, my oldest daughter asked, "Why can't I have the happy ending?"  Why can't she?  Well, it might depend on whose definition of happy we are going with. It doesn't have anything to do with what my husband or I want. It has really little to do with what these children want. 

"You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending"