I'm Marisue. My husband, Lynn, and I have been married 30 years.  He spent 24 of those years in law enforcement and I went back to school and got my degree in teaching.  After 9 years of marriage, we decided we'd like to become foster parents.  We had one wonderful son, and thought we could share a large amount of love with other children who came from families having problems.  We just wanted to help. We had NO IDEA what we were getting into, but I believe it was meant to be.

Time flew by, we adopted two special babies, and now had 3 sons that meant the world to us.  After 17 years, we found that we had parented over 250 children. 

As old fashioned as it sounds, I don't know where the time went. I'm sure I don't look my age -ha- and I don't think Lynn does either. He's still the man who won me with his smile and his deep feelings. After all, you can't fault a man who's not fond of cats but empties the litter box willingly.  He says he's "odor-driven" but I think it's just because he loves me and maybe the cat. Shh.

As I sneak peaks at the past, I think "What a ride!" I'm glad we don't know the future because some of what happened to us was really hard. Really. And, lots of it was just indescribably good. If I could have looked ahead, I probably would have run from the sad and then rushed the good and just messed it all up.

After all these years, we find ourselves retired from foster care, police work, and teaching.  I'm learning to leave the future alone, worry a bit less.  I want to write, enjoy my loved ones, and laugh at the dog and cat, who is sitting on my shoulder as I type.  

I'm not sure we made much of a difference in the large pool of life, but as I tell my tale, maybe you can find a chuckle and a tear here and there. At the very least, you'll learn about what we did, how we lived and what we learned.  Keep the light on, and read.