Emma, our Danish daughter, just left for her first day of American high school. She is not my daughter, and yet, she is. I feel so excited for her, and yet have butterflies in my stomach, as I know she does, too. When I walk my own children (ages 3, 6 and almost 8 years) [...]

No, stop. I am not pregnant (at least I don’t think I am). We are simply planning to open our home to a Danish teenager we have known for quite some time later this summer. Her dad and my husband were soccer teammates in high school before her dad fell madly in love with a [...]