Missing Her

We are missing our little purple plum.

We talk to her on the phone and we visit periodically.

The boys miss her.

A lot.

Trey is asking some very good questions.

About adoption.

Different than the older girls who remember.

Oh, if there were only ONE right answer.....

Part of the great joy of being foster parents was getting to be there for the firsts. First taste of snow, first time at the beach, first piggies in the lake water, first steps, first bites, first strawberry field, first pony ride, so many wonderful experiences.

Miss you little purple girl!