I realize now that the whole idea was completely insane.

It could be said that I was nuts to not realize this from the beginning.

"Hi, I'm Naomi. I haven't been a mom before, but I'm so excited to begin caring for two very difficult babies. I'm going to give them my heart and soul, because that's what they need right now more than anything.

In a year or two, I'll most likely become their legal mother. It's either that, or I'll find out that they're leaving and I'll never see them again. Doesn't that sound wonderful? Let's have a party!"

I guess I just thought it was a little bit insane.

Hubby and I chose to foster-adopt for a hodge-podge of reasons. Mostly, it just felt right. Deep-down-destiny right. Later on, when we decided to be considered for two siblings together instead of just one child, it felt the same way.

To be fair, we never ever anticipated a foster-adopt situation that would include a 12-month old boy and his younger sibling who was yet to be born. That's not the way these things usually work.

Even so, it was late October 2006 when we met Roo. He was just learning to pull himself up, stand by the couch, and gaze into my eyes.

He had me at goo-goo-ga-ga.

That night, we also found out that his baby brother had been born the day before.

Later that week, Hubby and I walked out of the hospital with Roo, Roo's current foster-mom, Roo's 5-day-old baby brother, one hospital security officer, and two city policemen.

The police escort was a surprise! It seemed that hospital security insisted on it as a special precaution in this case. Our foster-parent status gave us very little privilege to know the details of the situation.

The escort was a sobering reminder of what was at stake for these precious boys.

What a special week that was! I'm glad we didn't know about all the drama that was coming our way, and we could just soak in the goodness that was getting to know our boys. It was going to be a very long 18 months before we could call them our sons.

I already loved them like crazy.