Yes, that lovely distraction I was talking about at the end of yesterday’s post.
After I spent all of last Thursday feeling extremely bummed out and sad, and wondering why everyone kept telling us that adopting through foster care would be EASY PEASY… God apparently decided to throw us a bone Friday morning, the very next day.
Friday morning, we received a call about yet another foster placement. We had been specifically recommended for this one,too- which was very interesting.
Everyone, meet Spark. Our latest foster placement.
Spark is 8 years old, and loves to play baseball. He is the cutest, sweetest little boy in the world, and I can already tell– will be a tough one to let go when the time comes.
But for now, I’m soaking it all up.