26. Twas the night before bump into…

I am very bad at documenting our journey in a timely way, it is usually based on reflections over a period of months; ruminated, computed and digested. Well, here it is, hot from the press: Tomorrow We Will Meet Two Small People For Whom We Will Potentially Become Responsible For The Remainder Of Our Natural … Continue reading 26. Twas the night before bump into…

23. Camp as a row of tents

As I've mentioned previously, we are members of a group called New Family Social and each year they host a Summer Camp specifically for LGBTQ+ adopters - this  includes prospective adopters, foster carers and anyone who has a connection with looked after children who considers themselves non straight. Basically, it's really niche and inclusive at … Continue reading 23. Camp as a row of tents

22. “link maker, link maker, find me a match…”

It turned out that those boys weren't meant to be our children. 'Another match is being explored' is how it was termed by the family finders. We were very disappointed, but got the sense that this was just the beginning in a long line of heartache and upset. I've been fascinated to see the huge … Continue reading 22. “link maker, link maker, find me a match…”

18. Not a biscuit in sight.

After being pronounced sane (laughs manically and strokes cat), we finally signed our Stage 2 Agreement at the end of April, with Home Study Visits scheduled for the first week in May. After being held in stasis for so long, we were amazed to have ALL OF OUR HOME STUDY VISITS IN A WEEK. The first … Continue reading 18. Not a biscuit in sight.