Sometimes. In the evening. I see my stairs. And I think if the time I thought I was gonna die because the Tiny thought it would be a great idea to JUMP for stairs away from me. Thank you Jesus I caught her without dislocating or breaking something. 🤷🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️😂🤣 and other times. I miss the little voices calling down from the stairs. 🥺 “Tooommmmm. Aaanniikkaaa.” “Yeeess?” “I don’t want to go to sleep” We look at eachother like what does she think we’re going to do? Me: “Oh. Well. That’s ok if you don’t want to but you still have to” Silence for a minute. “Oh. Ok” *goes back to sleep* I miss them a lot this time of year. It’s around the time we first had them land here. Tiny and Little. Scared and frightened and no sleep. They left as thriving little girls and I pray Jesus keeps them safe. 💜 • • • • • • #fosterparenting #tinylittleadventures https://www.instagram.com/p/CnD9nQVL68H/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=