Two years ago I got a phone call from a family member informing me that DHR had taken her grandkids. The little girl and boy was in rough shape and had been in a bad place. I didn't hesitate to take them. The relationship was far enough out that me n my wife had to go to foster classes and all that fun stuff. We fell in love with the kids and started fighting for them. The biological mother called us and said she was signing her rights over to us because she knew that was best for the kids. She suddenly died a couple days later before the weekend ended. The other side was/is pure white trash who should be shot honestly. Anyway, the girl is six now and the boy four. After two years today we adopted them. Wish I could post pics but oh well. They are precious little youngins who have called us momma and deddy for well over a year now. Just had to share