Change.

I love change. Sometimes I think I thrive on change. and yet, the changes in the past 2 days have devastated me.

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Our first real foster (in the sense of we had to let go...) child went home. He went to live with his Grandma. A good situation for him, and I'm praying for him minute by minute. I miss him so much, it's unreal.

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Even before he was gone we were called with a 17 mo boy. He has a severely broken arm, cannot walk or talk. He's darling. He is keeping us busy enough that we don't miss our baby as much... which is good, because if I missed him any more than I do- I would crumble. All children are beautiful, special, and most of all wanted in our home. but our little foster baby was special in another sense of the word. He was remarkable, and I am going to miss him for a long time.

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Otherwise, we are preparing for our family birthday party, trying to keep in the swing of homeschooling and getting our home decluttered again. Nick applied for another job- one that's pretty exciting to us all, I hope he gets it.

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Kyla took a bath with her new foam letters- she was in there for at least an hour. I was totally surprised when she came out with her name on the wall!!! Good job, Ky!! Trey swears it doesn't say "Kyla Rie" on the wall... he sees "Kyla Riex" (reeks). What a great brother.

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All the littles went through their homeschool box- totally excited about getting started.

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I'm feeling old this morning. 38 is looming around the corner. Things are starting to creak.