It's been four weeks since we've once again become a temporary family of six. I am finally coming out of the overwhelmed-adjustment fog that occurs with a new placement. This time, it's taken longer for the fog to lift.
Our current placement is a baby born premature with special needs. He is beautiful. He is resilient. He has many strengths. He needs a lot of care.
I don't know what these last four weeks would have looked like without all the meals from church, family and friends. Or without friends who've come mid-day to hold him while I shower or do some laundry. The girls are taking an extended school break (except for Math). Sam continues with his work despite the disruption. The prayers of so many are felt.
I've found myself doing things I couldn't have imagined before. I've hired cleaning help (for the first time in my life). We've hired a math tutor (for the first time in our lives). I went almost four weeks without cooking a meal myself.
On the way to one of his (countless) appointments, I looked over at Jamey and said, "You know, we've usually had our garden meeting by now". We both chuckled and seriously discussed signing up with a CSA.
I don't know what our spring will look like but I know it will look very different from years past. The garden, the animals, the canning projects all pale in comparison to the need that lays in our arms and rests his little chin on our shoulders.