Three and a half years ago we were celebrating my daughters 6th birthday. It hit me hard that I would never celebrate any birthdays with my foster son. This baby that I loved more than life itself would soon be leaving me, and not only would I never get to see him celebrate any of his birthdays, he wouldn’t even remember who I was in a few short months. You know what? That’s the hardest part of fostering babies in my opinion; knowing you’ll never forget someone that will never remember you. He had already stayed with us well past what anyone thought and now it was just a matter of time before ..read more