I had a post brewing in my head all day Thursday. About how I don’t think about the big picture of Pumpkin staying or leaving, but then something happens and I over react to being asked to dress him in a certain outfit for visitation. (We do all the work!… He’s not a doll…. Sending specific socks!?! Do you know how easy it is to lose baby socks?…)
Then, Friday, Pumpkin’s mom wrote in the communication log:
“Thank you for dressing him in what I want him to were. That makes me so happy to see that you would like us all to be happy.