We were greeting for the very 1st time by the girls with screams of ‘mummy’ and ‘daddy’ as they threw their arms around us! ‘Bizarre’ is probably the most appropriate word I can use to describe how this felt.
Over the next week and a half under the scrutiny of the foster carer and social workers we got to know our girls, not the real them, just the bits they felt brave enough to let us see.
At the end of the introduction period we packed up our girls and a few of their things in the car, they said good bye to their old lives and we began the long drive home to begin our lives as a new family.
The journey went quite smoothly considering, it actually passed quite quickly, in fact so did the next few weeks, I don’t remember much about those early weeks except having to keep pinching myself to check I wasn’t dreaming, and reminding myself every few minutes that I was a Mommy now and my husband, that I’d had all to myself for so long, was now their Daddy.