Today I await full circle to complete, like loading the evasive internet page. Days like this make you look at how far you have come. My oldest and youngest foster daughters are really the only ones that keep in touch or at least darken my doorstep. I love seeing my kids. My youngest also my Goddaughter is coming for a visit with her little dolls for a visit, I haven’t seen them since spring. Not for lack of trying, that seemed to be the motto this year.
Something about the new generation, brings back every memory of the previous one. I was even able to find first days video for us to watch, so surreal. Promises of more in the coming year. Covid, mom life , jobs seemed to rob us of some of our time and trying to get back to that personal visit have been slow going. Outside of my norm of making resolutions, I will pledge more visits to everyone. Have a great night everyone and be safe. Look forward to 2024!!
It doesn’t matter what age a child arrives in your life, they are imprinted in your life forever. The day I took my Goddaughter out of the incubator and brought her home, she was less than 24 hrs old. Her nickname was puddy, short for pudding but also because her cry resembled a little kitten. Her support worker called her pepto bismo, because I always had her in pink. She is an amazing mom to her little boy and girl. Her daughter is her carbon copy.
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