Recently I had the blessing of adoption my beautiful daughter and make her a permanent part of our family. It’s easy to talk about the joyous times but those amazing and happy moments are even more meaningful because of the pain and sorrow I’ve experienced. When my first foster son left my home I didn’t think I’d ever be okay. With each child that’s left a piece of myself has gone with them. The tears shed with each departure we’re mixed in with the tears of joy shed at the courthouse when I was made my daughter’s legal parent.