Yesterday was important and celebratory in multiple ways. Rowan had a birthday and with ALL the excitement and rowdiness and gifts and treats and overstimulation, he didn’t have a single breakdown!!! Thats a pretty huge accomplishment for any kid, in my opinion!
It was also a really important day for our Spoonful, who passed on from our home. I can say SO LITTLE on here, which is super hard. What I can tell you is that everyone felt peace with the situation, and it wasn’t a heartbreaking goodbye 💜 We LOVE that little spoonful of sunshine, don’t get me wrong. We would be thrilled and honoured to be connected with that baby forever, if thats how it goes. And if it isn’t, then we will be forever grateful for the time we had together! Our love is certainly not dependent on those details.
It was interesting to watch our kids navigate the situation, going back and forth a bit between feelings of loss and understanding, and a balance of both. Our investment in fostering these children is a family affair, without a doubt. Everyone cares. Every. Last. One.
While we waited to drop off our Spoonful, everyone came to the baby’s car seat in the van and got in their last kisses, snuggles, hair strokes, and cheek pinches.
The drive home was a bit quieter. Thinky, I’d call it. Though we had a giggle at our favorite graffiti on 20th.
Be alert!! 🚨 Penis Gang!
This particular change was actually quite well done, in my opinion. It was gradual and everyone had time to prepare. The house is definitely a little quieter, but likely not for long!
A rough couple of sleeps in a row now. I blame the moon. Aiming for a restful Saturday here at home, and I hope the same for you, friends 💜