(*Before we begin, an author's note: I came up with this blog's clever title as a reference to the late 90s rom-com, but really, it should be called "How Lauren Got Her &#$! Together And Is, Slowly But Surely, Learning How To Ride Her Nice Horse." But that has less of a ring to it. Carry on.)
Ella came home with me in January of 2006. She was 5. I was 21. Neither of us had any idea what we were doing.