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Winn

This isn’t the story anyone expected—not CPS, not the courts, not even us. It’s a story that broke every mold. It defied easy categories. It demanded hard conversations, humble hearts, and relentless love.

Kitti and I began this journey on opposite sides of a courtroom. But what we discovered was that there are no sides when you’re fighting for the same children. There’s only together.

We are forever family now. There’s no other way to describe it.

Winnie is thriving with her mama. The twins are surrounded by more love than they’ll ever be able to count. Our lives are woven together by shared pain, mutual respect, and an unwavering commitment to the children we both adore.

This story doesn’t have a neat ending. It’s ongoing. Beautiful. Messy. Sacred.

It’s proof that God really does bring beauty from ashes.

Kitti

Ours is not a story that fits neatly into any box. It began in pain. In loss. In grief. But it became something more—something sacred.

Partner parenting. That’s what we call it now. But back then, we were just two women doing the best we could. Winn didn’t have to choose me. I didn’t have to trust her. But we did.

And now, we raise these children—together.

We cook together. We celebrate together. Our kids know their siblings. They see love and forgiveness lived out in real time. They see what it means to do the hard work of healing. They see the power of redemption.

This isn’t just about foster care or adoption. It’s about what happens when you choose love over fear. Connection over comfort. Family over formality.

We are mother and godmother. Co-parents. Advocates. Friends. Sisters.

And to every foster or adoptive parent reading this: lean in. If a birth parent is willing and safe, fight to build that relationship. Break down the fear. Invite the discomfort. Walk through the hard conversations. That’s where the real magic lives.

Foster care isn’t just about children—it’s about families. Entire families.

Winn

We now hang stockings for Kitti and Winnie. We have two bouquets on Mother’s Day. We have Sunday visits, bedtime stories, and shared laughter. Our legacy is one of grace. Of bold, brave love.

So if you ask how we got here, know this: it wasn’t easy. But it was worth it.

Because when you do foster care right, it never ends. It grows.

It grows into something beautiful.

Loving the children in care is important, but supporting their families is essential. The real beauty in foster care is found in the restoration—not just of children, but of whole families. Get too attached. To the children, yes—but also to their parents. Their siblings. Their stories.

Because that’s where the magic lives.

And there’s always more room at the table.