Another milestone reached and I'm grateful for the reminder
![Image](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1B6f-j3UGbjOQK3erojN0lg4G6r6AzckDXSxl4-ijRQcfcHEIVJBobS04n-9eJCm399pTSHEkLVIdb5qVqxU1uAsS_naVGqehtsf2mby7vAjl0hJJrit3lpdbclIR-62YH8RlhZ3aaKE/s320/971182_10201632015143042_439516279_n.jpg)
One of the hardest things about adopting, at least for me, was the visitation process. I understand why it exists, especially with older kids. Everyone needs to time to adjust to the idea that they're about to become a family. But dropping The Kid off at her foster family's house after a visit was always a heart-wrenching experience for me. Today marks one year since the day The Kid went home with us to stay. 365 days ago, we transitioned into a phase where we given the power of attorney to a child of the State of Michigan. We literally had papers we needed to carry with us everywhere to prove we could sign for her care. It sounds so cold when I think of it in those terms, which is in stark contrast to the memories I have of that season. We picked her up that night from her foster family, tears were shed all the way around because it was a big transition for all of us. The next day Gladys came down with the flu, I battled a sinus infection and The Kid felt fine. I r