"Once upon a time, there was a lady with curly hair. She had two daughters that she loved a lot. Then she got a surprise. She got two more foster daughters who she loved a lot too."
"Hey, what about Zach?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah. And she had a son she loved too. But she was really glad when she got two more foster daughters."
We giggled at her bedtime story. Destiny was curled up next to me under the covers pretending she was the mom. Her impish face smiled up at me.
"Now go to sleep." She leaned over to kiss me good-night, wrapping her arms around me in a big, tight hug. She skipped off to her bedroom for her own end-of-the-day good-night story with Keith.
Destiny's story warms my heart. When I look at her, I know she feels safe. She is growing. She is happy. She is loved.
While we don't know how her story is going to evolve, we do know that we want to always be part of her story.
Tonight we baked cookies. That's not a typical school night activity. But sometimes, it's ok to veer from the normal and do something out of the ordinary. Destiny's excitement made it all worthwhile.
I end the evening with my own story.
Once upon a time, there was a lady with curly hair, and man with just a little hair. They didn't know how much their hearts were going to grow. Two little girls, a surprise they weren't expecting, brought joy, laughter, fear, uncertainty, and hope. That lady and man were amazed at their resilience and in awe of their strength.
And just like Destiny ended her story Friday night, they were really glad that they got two more girls to love.
Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for creating this community to share our stories. It's been a long time since I posted and it's nice to know that this space is always here.