We are blowing right through our “to do” list! We are steadily becoming a foster family!
But then, we hit the one, the one task in the myriad of red-tape tasks that made me stop short, reconsider, roll my eyes, then hand the girl over to her daddy to complete the task..
TB tests…for all occupants of the house…ALL occupants. I’ve done mine. Phil has done his. There was only one more to do. Our sweet, unsuspecting bundle of yumminess had to be led to slaughter. Gulp. Phil didn’t even ask me to be part of it. He just took Eden and had her tested.
Here is our girl. She pointed to the band aid on her arm and said, “Owwie” then pointed to herself and said, “brave girl.”