I'm like spring flinging right now but I can't help but think about how when I go back to work, we'll be missing one of the girls who has been with us for over seven months. To think that in my first week this girl wouldn't listen to a word I said and told everyone she hated me because I "copied" the way she did her eyeliner. Now this girl specifically requests that I take her to visit her foster home for the first time, and when we pull into the drive way and she refuses to go in, I am able to make her laugh and worry-free.
I could not wait for this day six months ago, and I cannot believe how sad I feel now that it's here, but she's moving on in her life and she is finally going to have the stable, loving family she deserves.















