Last weekend was my family's last weekend with baby. It was a sorrowful time. It was a loving time. It was sweet and devestating all at once. All I could think to do was wrap my arms around these three little girls and the sweet baby and get the heck away. Out of our house, out away where it was just us.
So we did. We relished our time, we enjoyed ourselves. We were in the sun, at the ocean, at a gorgeous museum, poolside and hanging out goofing in our own yard.
We took the time to share what we love to do with each other.
And a few days later, baby moved on. There is a gaping hole in our hearts. Lots of unanswered questions, lots of worry, lots of disappointment. But there is also hope. Because her new family is whole. With lots of kids and a dad and a stay at home mama who loves Jesus and cried when I prayed over her as she took over baby's care.
I trust God that he has find a better place for baby. I have to. Because I have no doubt that I was doing the right thing. I just did not know how it would work out. Thank goodness He does. Amen.
