What a crazy two weeks it has been.
At the beginning of the year we opened up our home once again after taking two months after the loss of our butterball.
To say we did this lightly would be a lie. We are fully aware of what’s on the line here. We are fully aware of the eventual hurt. But we feel called. We know in our hearts of hearts what we are doing right now is the right thing. We have great peace over it.
Two weeks (and one day) we received yet another phone call for a potential placement. It didn’t take long for us to say yes.
“Tank” arrived at our home at 2 in the morning. Sick, tired, but willing to be comforted by me.
Hubby had to leave that day so it would be another week before they met.
In the past two weeks, we’ve battled colds, fevers, bronchitis, ear infections, three trips to the doctor (50 minutes away), 40 below (F), a major windstorm, the furnace breaking down and then randomly start working again, 6 days waiting for the new part, swimming lessons and school and bonding. Precious bonding.
Oh and in case I forget one resource worker visit to add some color. Lol
So these past two weeks have been insane.
However the joys are immense as well.
The furnace went out two days after hubby got back home so he was here for that.
I’ve got to watch our girls dote and fall in love with “tank”.
I’ve got to watch my hubby open his heart wide once again for this monkey bean.
I’ve got smiles and cuddles and love.
I’ve received meals, prayers, support.
I’ve been able to spend time with hubby just being a couple.
I’ve been so lucky.
When we decided to open our hearts and home again we did so knowing what will happen to our hearts again.
Yet I sit here today with a very sick little one in my arms knowing we did exactly what we were supposed to.