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Goodbyes Always Come Too Soon


Now that the business of the holidays is over and we have, once again, settled into the familiar routine of life, I can write about our Little One.

We had her for 35 days. 35 hectic, crazy, wonderful days. 

It's amazing how one little girl can make us a family. Suddenly I was a mom again and John was a dad again.  It was beautiful. 

Being a foster mom is an experience I wouldn't trade for anything. I absolutely loved being a mom to such a wonderful, beautiful, smart little girl! It was an amazing to blessing to see my husband being a father to her, our parents being her grandparents, our siblings being her aunts and uncles, and our nieces and nephews being her cousins. 

And then, in a blink of an eye, she was gone. 

I wish she could have stayed. I really would have kept her with us forever. I miss her so much. 

Pictures of her fill our home, in places of honor next to the only pictures we have of our Kimber. And they will be the only pictures we have of her. 

It hurts to say goodbye to another child. Once again we are left with only pictures and memories of her as a part of our family. 

Goodbyes always seem to come too soon. But they have taught me how to truly treasure the memories and moments we made together. I know that she was a part of our family for exactly the amount of time that the Lord planned. We were given not a second more or a second less, as it was with Kimber. 

We were beyond blessed to have Kimber for 9 months before he was born in God's arms, and we were, once again, beyond blessed to have had her for 35 days before she moved to a new home. A new home that we pray fills her with love and kindness and the knowledge of an amazing Savior. 

Once again we are parents who have given our child back to the Lord's will, and once again we wouldn't trade the experience for anything in the world. 

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