This morning our foster son moved out.
His mom was so excited she couldn't stop crying and giggling. I was a mixture of emotions as I knew this was the moment we'd been working for (joy) but I wasn't sure I was ready for it to happen already (sadness).
I smothered him with kisses (he's used to it). Matt and the boys hugged him extra hard. I cried as he drove away. And here's what's funny...
I don't think he even understands what's happening. He's used to going back and forth from Mommy's to Mama Copp's house as there have been multiple visits to Mommy's during all this time he's lived with us. So for him, it seemed
just like another day of going to Mommy's for a visit.
Why Mommy and Mama Copp were crying was beyond him. Sweet little peanut. I hope he knows how much he's loved.
It's worth noting that we're picking him up on our way to church tomorrow so we'll see him again in just a few hours.
Whatever man. I'll cry if I want to.
This afternoon I sat and did nothing for a while, and then I baked. Kitchen time equals therapy for me. I baked and prayed and wondered in awe about what God has next for us. It will be good, no doubt. This is the God we serve. Faithful and good, working out His perfect plans for His children.
We are blessed to have all four of our boys together this weekend to celebrate our oldest turning 21. Wooo, I have a 21 year old! I find this to be almost nuts. But here I am. The mom of four amazing sons, one of them already 21. (Maybe if I keep saying it I will start to believe it?)
This is one of his favorite foods, shared with a fun throw back story from the days Asa was an infant. Along with that, we're offering a whopping $8 discount on a book I wrote in his honor last year. You'll find the details here. (Hint: It's a resource to help you actually stop worrying about your kids. Yes it is possible.)
Once again I want to say thank you all
for your support on this foster care journey we've been on. What happens next? Only God knows. Isn't that a joy!
Onward,