Our children’s foster parents asked that they have Saturday (our arrival day) as a day of private family celebration time with the kids. Thus, after landing, when our social worker called, I knew something big was up.

The kids’ foster parents run two of the biggest businesses in this small Southern town of about 2,500 – a flower shop and a funeral home. They were called upon to do a large funeral, so the family had their celebration on Friday, and wanted to know if we could swing through and get the kids a whole day early! Woo hoo!

After Satan had to get in the picture by having us get lost for half an hour, we finally got there! The kids literally screamed with joy to see us! We were so relieved, knowing that they were already expressing some issues about separating from this wonderful foster family.

Though my daughter did have a bit of a meltdown as we left with her, we assured her we would see them the following day at church. We then further distracted them by showing them pictures of their new rooms.

Because of the change in plans, we had to swing by and get some groceries for five! The picture you see above is what melted my heart as we walked through the parking lot of the store.

It was such a crazy, dizzying day of change. That, combined with the lack of sleep, and some bothersome side effects to a new medication I’m on for my asthma, made me rather pensive that night, as hubby and I lay in bed. I asked him if he was as absolutely terrified as I was! Not cold feet, just scared. He was. But we agreed, there’s no one we’d rather go through this with than one another!