Today we got up at 3:45 am to drive to Pittsburgh for a math conference where my wife is a presenter. Our girls are working, traveling and otherwise occupied so only Nigel and Jacari came on the trip. Annalisa had meetings from 10am till 230pm then she and the boys drove to Dormont, 9 miles south of Pittsburgh to visit Nigel's first foster family. I rode there and got a chance to ride over Pittsburgh's Mount Washington, while they drove through the same mountain in the Liberty Tunnel.
The Sharbaugh family cared for Nigel for the first six weeks of his life--from when he left the hospital the day after he was born until six weeks later when we picked Nigel up and brought him to our home from their home.
The Sharbaughs cared for Nigel and 11 other newborn children in the first weeks of their lives, then turned them over to other families. Wow!
I admire them very much in the same way I admire running backs who can smash though hulking linemen or hockey players who can speed skate and shoot a blazing slap shot all in one motion. The Sharbaughs, the running back and the hockey player all can do something I can't do.
Imagine taking care of a newborn for weeks and weeks and then handing that little baby over to strangers--not once, but a dozen times. I can't. They are one amazing family. I'm glad we had a chance to visit them and get reacquainted ten years after they cared for baby Nigel.
[In case you were wondering, we are Nigel's second foster family. It was almost a year before all the paperwork was approved for the adoption.]