Ok FINALLY!! We get there.
We got the dream call, for us, regarding fostering. A baby that had a 100% chance of adoption. We were elated.
Of course as the weeks went on we learned our chances of adoption aren't 100%. I had a panic attack. I just kept thinking about our Sweet Potato. I was terrified we would have our hearts crushed yet again. After learning that, we decided to open up our private adoption. Totally thinking we wouldn't get picked immediately, again. I thought if we were picked we wouldn't have a baby before Petunia's next court date. I was wrong. These are the pickles I put us in. I know God has a plan and I know He will guide us to what we are supposed to do.
Our sweet Honey the morning after she broke her arm.
She had it wrapped for a week so any swelling could go down before she got her cast.
We put one of The Hubs socks on her arm so she wouldn't unwrap it.
I love this cooky girl. Here she is feeding Petunia.
Charley came over to meet the new lady.
I don't know how this is the best picture I took of Frankie.
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