“…oh dear, they are not ours, they are God’s, we are just lucky enough to take care of them for the time they are with us.” – Patti Hanks
Last night we had our oldest kiddos dad and grandma over for dinner. We shared a meal and talked about many of the things the oldest kiddo likes. We gathered many of the important documents dad would need. We had packed an abundance of clothes for him. Another box we filled with toys and his pillow and other items that are the oldest’s go to items. All of these things we gave to dad and grandma.
After dinner, dad carried to grandma’s car and we packed all of those material things into the car. We all said goodbye to the oldest kiddo. After, he was put into his car seat. We watched as the oldest kiddo drove from our lives.
Today we wake with just memories. We wake with two kiddos, both who will miss their foster brother. Our middle kiddo asked where he was and I am sure will continue to ask. Cheryl and I try to live the words that our friend shared with us, Patti, but just as last September I cannot deny the feeling of a hole.
We do not know what will happen next. We do not know when another kiddo will come to us. Or how they might get along with our family. All we know is today we wake with two kiddos who we are lucky enough to take care of for the time they are with us.
The Baby Puzzle 