4 months ago today we thought our foster parenting days were over.
4 months ago today we got the phone call saying there was an hours old baby needing a home.
We didn’t hesitate to say “yes” even in spite of the fact we’d decided to let our license expire at the year’s end and count our lesson learned.
Now we have eleven pounds of four month old, giggling and cooing, wiggling on blankies and getting ready to roll around the house(she rolled once already, tummy to back, 3 days ago) Sometimes she holds her own bottle, and sometimes she falls asleep snuggling that hard plastic thing.
What a blessing to have her, how I pray to keep her.