Luke and I drove to Clinton this past week to visit our kids at Pizza Hut. We had a blast!! I made scrapbook pages of their rooms. Our little boy didn't have much to say at first. He sat and looked at his room. Our little girl, however, proudly stated, "That's my lamp, my bear, my bed..." After a bit, our sweet little boy stated, "I have a bear on my bed." I told him that it could be his room if he wanted to come and live with us. Did he want to come and live with us? He replied with a "yes" and a shake of his head.
We visited with the kids all throughout dinner. Their foster Mom is the sweetest person. My heart hurts for her in that she's losing two sweet kiddos she really loves and cares for. We looked and looked through the scrapbook. I have worked in a scrapbook store before, and knew scrapbooks could be used as therapy, but it never dawned on me until that night how important they really are.
It was so hard to leave that night. Luke and I are always exhausted after each meeting. It's such an emotional build up. We are antsy before we get there, have a great time while there, and have to leave each time without them. Some day soon, we won't have to do that and I can't wait!
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