It's been a week today since we said goodbye to baby girl. Family came forward to take her and so our 32 days came to an end. Luckily, we had a couple of days from when we got the call to when I had to drop her off at the CPS office. We were sad to see her go but hopeful that God already knows her future. I got my weepies out the day before so our final goodbyes were short and surreal. We still find ourselves checking the crib and swing...and back seat of the car. My lip quivers a little at the sight of a pink sock or hairbow. Having just two seems like a breeze!
I know we'll be doing this again and I pray that we continue to trust in the plan that is much better than ours. So many people ask about this part of foster care, the "goodbye", and want to know how it's possible. To them I say that we know our primary purpose it to love these kiddos as long as they are in our care, give them the best of what we can offer, and pray for what lies ahead. Is that easy? Heck no! But we do it anyway because we know it's worth it.