Or – The Heartbreak of Love
Last Monday afternoon I started crying, and I don’t think I’ve really stopped.
I never cry. In fact, I never cry to the point of people being weird around me when I do. My kids ran away from me. Said it was weird My husband started theorizing that the birth control pill I’m on was at fault. And no one knew what to do with or say to me.
Maybe that’s why I rarely do it.
Mid December my girls were given the chance to foster three tiny baby puppies. They were right around 3 or 4 weeks old.
I didn’t think anything of it except that they would be able to earn required service hours in one fell swoop.
I am a former foster parent. I have cared for and sent children back to their families. I would be a little sad for me but my happiness for them generally made up for it.
But y’all. Taking these babies back to the shelter where I knew they were going to spend time in a cage and were going to have to wait a bit to find forever homes broke my heart. I have cried buckets of tears and no one knows what to do with me.
But, Friday week I did a thing.
We were approved to adopt one of them, and we brought home Gordita.
She is 10 weeks old, and just as sweet as she can be.
Now I am crying happy tears and my family still doesn’t know what to do with me. 🙂
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