If knowledge is acid, at least for me, then love is like heroin. The intitial blast of pleasure at being a parent is overwhelmingly wonderful and blissful; the content and utter happiness that follows soon after is even better. I may not be Jack and Jill's birth parent, but I'll try my best to be a good foster parent to them. They know that too, I think--and that makes it even better. The two of them could have decided not to trust me or simply chosen to hate my guts, but they didn't, and we're together now, a family, a freakin' family! It's great.