None of us were ready, but the day came, and the Morsel has left our home to rejoin their family, who has been eagerly awaiting the arrival 💜 This reality contains both victory and tragedy. They are hard emotions to navigate simultaneously, but our family can agree 110% that we have no regrets with our choice to invest time and love and care into each and every child.
We LOVE every child who comes through, but some just hit different. The Morsel was our family mascot, and now, we are without that face.
The kids stayed home from school. Brady stayed home from work. We had waffles and fruit. Gave some early birthday presents. And then drove into the city to bring the baby to the parents.
The send-off was more peaceful and soft than I expected. Baby was content and settled in my arms, and then in their mothers arms. I shared a hug with the two of them. There were tears. And then everyone parted ways and it was over.
Everyone cried on the way home. Our hearts are completely exhausted, and likely will continue to be.
The face continued to malfunction, but face fluids continue to be absorbed around every corner. God dries every tear 💜 I don’t know how we’d survive without faith.