Within the hour a second police cruiser was parked in front of my house. I can only imagine what the neighbors must have thought. A single woman moves in and has police arriving on her second night. Those thoughts were soon forgotten as I met the officer at the door and took the baby girl in my arms.
As the officer walked back towards her car, I looked up and asked if she also had a note pinned to her blanket. The officer pulled the folded note out of her pocket and handed it to me. The handwriting was different, but the message was similar:
I hope you’ll give my baby a good home
Hope. It felt like a light bulb lit up inside my brain. Ms. Simwell. Me. Full circle. Now I had the opportunity to make a difference in the lives of others, much like she did. I smiled and whispered softly to the namesake I held in my arms, “Hello, Hope. You are going to love it here.”