Everything will be fine.

I don't want the unicorn thing to get played out but my heart wants what that picture has. You see that and you think that everything will be fine, you see that and you can feel them nuzzle your neck and breathing love air into your soul. It's not just me, right? You can feel this, too, right?

I'm leaving this job and my heart is breaking. When I am feeling dramatic and sad I like to poke myself in the soul with the idea that I'm a professional heart breaker: enter the hearts of the wounded and needy, get them to love me, and then leave. I've gotten so much better at my job and that means I can navigate the broken hearts and find the key and then hurt them, hurt them, hurt them.

On the other hand, Beth Pettinelli says that a good termination can save foster care. Foster care is practically defined by bad goodbyes, searing loss, and horrible loose ends. She tells me that a loving and conscientious good-bye will mend the broken hearts and burn new paths of positive loss into their sweet baby brains. Let's go with her theory, shall we?

I'm sad for saying goodbye, but I'm happy to go. Things were getting creepy on the way out, but I put my hoof down and am leaving, free and clear. Everything will be fine.