It was my 30th birthday. We had spent the day relaxing, shopping and enjoying our family time. My phone rang around 3:30 in the afternoon. I answered, assuming it was my social worker calling to set up her monthly visit. “Hey Alyse. We are looking for an emergency placement for a little boy.” My heart started racing. I knew I had to refrain from blurting out “YES! Yes!! We will take him” I calmly said “ok, is he just coming into care?” I waited for a response, even though no matter what the answer was, it wasn’t going to change my burning desire to blurt out “when will he be…