5th day of Lent + the Sunday preceding my birthday = SPECIAL DAY!
Doug and I went "home" this weekend. It is always exciting for us to cross the state line back into Missouri. We call it "God's country." It's funny how we actually relax a little more after crossing that invisible line. There really is no place like home.
We had a GREAT trip back to my parent's house and a GREAT time while we were there. I got to see both of my siblings and their spouses and (almost) all of my incredible nieces and nephews and I watched two of my nephews play basketball and played cards with my parents and tasted my sister's incredible cupcakes and played with my one year old niece and played a game with my 8 year old nephew and enjoyed some wine and laughed and hugged my parents and took a nap!!! It was FABULOUS!
There is nothing like family.
Tonight I'm anxious about our little branch of the family tree. The crazy thing about foster parenting is that I find myself getting attached to these children I've never seen or met. I assume it's similar to expecting a biological child in that sense. We know their gender: all boys. We learned their names: I can't tell you on here but they are FABULOUS. We did not ask their race: It doesn't matter to us and we want to be surprised. So it's kind of like we're pregnant.
Foster pregnant.
Bryan, in black. Wyatt, ready to rebound in white. Alli, perfect teeth.
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