That week was a whilwind week of phone calls and texts from/to the case worker and Tator's bdad. More questions from/to us to/from him/them. While we were home thinking through bedrooms and who would sleep where, and needing to paint the pink room that may be Hulk's new room and going through clothes to see what I had on hand and what we would need to buy, etc. We had time...so we weren't rushing. We wanted to paint the pink room anyway...so we will do it next week. Even if she doesn't come to our family, it needs to be done. And that was the only think on the immediate agenda. We had time for everything else. Or so we thought.
We left the previous Sunday with the impression of a longer transition, but maybe only a few weeks. After Thanksgiving. That changed quickly and the following Sunday, we were back at their house...to pick up Tator. There would be no transistion, no more waiting. This sweet blue eyed little girl would be joining our family. We were excited, and sad at that same time.
Ya'll...adoption is joyful...and it is extremely sad. Bittersweet is the best world to describe the emotions of that day. Our greatest joy...is their greatest sorrow. We hung out at the house with their family for awhile. Knowing that was the last time she would be there, in their family, like that, made me want to stay as long as they wanted. Again, we visited and talked and played...and cried.
Driving away, with Tator in the car, was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I have no idea how much of that day Tator understood. I hope she understood her bDaddy telling her that he loved her. I hope she understood when he told her he would always love her. I hope she understood that he did this because of how much he loves her. And if she didn't that day...then we will continue to remind her of it throughout her life.
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