And he's gone...

So we took Pooh Bear to his mom yesterday and now he's gone. This sorrow is so hard - particularly because I know it purely a selfish one. He's with his mother and it's the best for him - they will be supervised and she will have parenting classes. The rehab program she's in is up to a year long, so she'll have a lot of support as she learns to parent him and gets help for her own issues. So my pain is only because I miss him. Because I would love to see this little guy progress and grow. That the smiles that he was just starting to give us would be for someone else. We're moving on, we'll to contacting DCYF today to let them know we're open for another placement. We're trying to focus on the future and what God has in store for us, but in the quiet moments, when it's just me in this house, it's hard not to remember how busy it was with just one very small little boy...