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So today after work I stopped by Fred Meyer thinking I'd pick up a greeting card to write in next week, telling her about whatever we end up doing over Easter weekend.
Easier said than done. What type of card do you buy the woman who is trusting you with her child's life? Thank you? Too soon. Sympathy? Definitely not. Thinking of you? A little creepy. Encouragement? Condescending. Blank inside? Generic, and I don't know if she prefers puppies in a wagon or sunflowers in a field.
So I left empty handed and will probably just hand write a short letter and add a picture or two. I'll write it like an extension of my parent profile, in the hopes that it will feel familiar and reassure her that she's making a wonderful choice.



