I guess you can say it all began in February 2011. I started a new job on 2/7/2011. I had been in the same job for almost 10 years and was offered the chance to become the Site Director for a foster care agency that wanted to make the move into Northern Kentucky. I was bored at my old job. It was a good job, but I was doing the same thing on my last day that I did on my first. I was ready for a new challenge. Scared as hell, but ready. So I accepted the job and took off. The kids were all still hypothetical until June of 2011 when I had my first home open and accept their first placement. By the end of 2011, I was into the swing of things, working with 8 kids and trucking along. The first chance my husband had to really see me in this element was at the first Christmas party in December 2011. There he got to see me interact with the kids and the parents. Soon after, he approached me with an idea. What if we did that? We could help kids that needed a home. We wanted a family. Why not try to give it to some kids who are desperate for it. So, we started adoption classes in April 2012. Now, I thought I knew it all. I had been training my own foster parents and working closely with the kids. And I knew a lot of the social workers and supervisors and specialists because of my previous job and my current position. I tried to stay below the radar as much as I could, but it didn’t take long for everyone, including the trainers, to get wind of who I was and what I did. Everyone thought that made me an expert. Hell, I thought that made me an expert. HA! Classes finished in June 2012 and we were immediately approached about a sibling group. They were being bounced around because their previous home, where they were for 2 years, had been closed by the state. They were looking for a forever family and their social worker was convinced we would be a good fit. I know their worker. We had spent a lot of time working together while I was in my old job. So we decided to meet them. Two girls and a boy. Ages 13, 9, and 7. I know, I know… 13! ARE YOU INSANE!?! We’ve been getting that a lot. Teenagers make people nervous. But should she not get to have a family just because her birth year starts with a 1 instead of a 2? No. So we are taking this on. We have to move next spring. I’m losing my spot on the couch. The kids come for good on 8/10/12. Things are about to get interesting. So strap in. The fun is about to begin.