I pretty much poured my heart out at the courthouse last Tuesday. I was kind, friendly, and proactive. I gave endless stories from the last 16 months that Little Man was in foster care and shared all of his favorites and some of his dislikes as well. Making the transition easy on my little guy was my goal. Making friends with his bio family was my goal as well. I’ve always been kind and friendly to them. Since day one, I’ve seen us all as being on the same team. Team Little Man! Even when they didn’t seem too interested in his life, I still provided pictures, drawings, and school work to show how he was growing and developing. Now, I sit here with nothing, not even a phone call to say that he is okay. I kept his life with us a completely open book the entire time he was “our son.” All I want is to know that he is okay. But, it seems they have closed that book, ended the story and my heart hurts so bad that it is hard to breathe!