M and I just keep looking at each other and saying “I’m having feelings.”
The last time Rue was here she was about three months old and in foster care. Now she’s three and a half and it’s just...it’s wild. It’s a lot. I see the ghosts of what could have been when the siblings all play together in the living room. And I am so happy the way things turned out, because if Rue had stayed we wouldn’t have gotten Holtzy. And Rue is safe and happy and healthy and cared for and so loved where she is. But wow is it just heavy.













