Tonight I am reflecting on 18 years of memories. Tonight I am sad. Tonight I am grateful. Tonight I am blessed. Almost 18 years ago to the day, I met my sweet girls for the first time- the girls that have affected me more than any other humans on the planet. It's hard for me to believe that they've been a part of my life for almost two decades. When I met them, the love was instantaneous. Life was difficult for them. To say they were in a broken home is an understatement. Being a part of their lives gave me a front row seat to the horrors of abuse. My heart broke over and over, I looked on in horror as their little bodies were scarred, I wept at the verbal abuse. I cherished the hugs, I held onto hearing their voices. I was grateful to talk to CPS caseworkers, but it was a lot for a teen to take in. My girls they will forever be, and so often I am frustrated they are in this continuous cycle of seemingly endless struggle. They're not little anymore, my three little babies h...