I always pictured myself as mom to a houseful of kids. Five was my ideal number, but between you and me? I think I probably could’ve been convinced to go for even more.

So I always considered it a cruel twist of fate that I became infertile in my mid-twenties. But as it turned out, I was also incredibly lucky. Just a few months shy of my 30th birthday, I was given the opportunity to adopt a little girl who has become my entire world.

It’s just been that vision of a big family that’s seemed a little harder to fulfill.

Recently, though, I’ve started working on a plan. One that involves moving my daughter and I into a bigger house with more rooms, and renewing my foster care license.

I’m ready to become “Mama” to one or two more.

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