12/12/2022
After 356, our favorite babe left. The outfit on the left is the outfit we brought her home in that was way too large at the time. And she left basically a toddler.
What a joy to watch this medically fragile babe grow and thrive right before our eyes. We witnessed miracles. Her life, her story. I wish I could share all that God has done for her, but you’ll just have to take my word for it.
So now, we experience all the feelings under the sun. Sorrow. Heartache. Joy. Hope. Feelings of emptiness.
And while we signed up for foster care knowing reunification is our hope and goal, it doesn’t make the sorrow any softer.
Our home is a little quieter, and our hearts are a bit deflated. Her room empty. Yet we celebrate that she is with her family. They love her so well. And we love them so much too!
Our foster care journey is different than many. We had the privilege of having her family in our home…even for overnight visits. Her family became ours. We know where she is. Only one state away. But man does that state feel worlds away.
Our heads always knew she wasn’t ours but our hearts didn’t know that. We got too attached. And I have no regrets, even though I miss her constantly and my heart and arms yearn to hold her. I’d do it all over again for her. I’d carry the details of her story. Give her all the kisses and cuddles. Every I Love you. I’d pray for her future daily. Hang out in the middle of the night. Put my business on hold to be her full time momma. Heat up her bottles to the exact right temperature. Take her to countless doctors appointments. Find the exact right swaddle for her strong preferences. Sing her favorite night time songs. Narrate her every move. Make awkward facial expressions in exchange for the sweetest smiles. Play her favorite worship songs. Delight in every little thing she did or discovered. Receive her hugs and kisses. Oh man, that was the best—her high pitched “huuuu” voice as she leans in for hugs and kisses. I would do it all over again. Every SINGLE thing. She was worth it. And I will forever remember this last year as a season of joy. Even in the chaos and the grief. The joy was pervasive.
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