Waiting for contact details regarding a maybe, a possibly, a perhaps ‘unofficial’ fostering of a tiny tot. Temporary guardianship, really.
Oh, how I wish I had an automatic cut-off switch in my brain that stopped my thoughts each time a moment like this comes along. No, these moments/opportunities don’t come along often but, up till now (and probably this time too?) each has ended in…. nothing. Empty groaning echoes in that spot where I let the hope grow and stretch and reach for that ‘what if…’.
Oh, please let this pan out and actually happen.