So...where did I leave off a year ago.... I believe it was January 12th. Finally the cousins caseworker got permission from their foster respite mom to call me and spend weekends until my agency decided if we could adopt. We were busy getting ready for them here plus had D back home and our newest 3 year old. Now, when I say we were waiting on our agency to approve, I should tell you that we really were convinced that these were OUR children and they WILL approve it! The other agency in the case had already started the paperwork for us, and when I met their caseworker in a bank parking lot 25 minutes away, I loaded MY children and their belongings into my car to start the rest of our life together as a very large and crazy but loving family of 11. It was so exciting and scary and amazing! But one thing kept leading to another and Monday evening I had to make an hour drive to drop them back off at their respite home again so they could be registered for school until the approval came, then 4 days later I drove back out to pick them up for another weekend that I was to return them Sunday evening again because they had to still be registered for school. The agency still hadn't approved us yet. Sunday afternoon came and the respite mom called and said she had heard a rumor that their caseworker wasn't going to move them into a permanent place if we didn't get approved and she didn't want kids longer then 2 weeks, so maybe they should just stay with me... Well of course I wasn't going to argue! They needed to stay home, that's where they wanted to be and that's where they were wanted and loved. The next day we were denied by our agency to keep both kids, just one. My heart shattered.
Days went by all too quickly as their caseworker made calls trying to find a home for not 1 but 2 teenagers, which is super hard to find. I started contacting anyone I could think of to see if they could open their homes and hearts to my kids, but no such luck. What I truly wasn't prepared to hear was that the caseworker found a home, not just for fostering but for adoption but it was over 2 hours away in a place I had never heard of and about as far south as you can go before heading to the next state. I was crushed, my husband was crushed, ALL of my kids were crushed. They would be leaving immediately. January 28, 2019 went down in the books as the hardest day of my life, the day my 2 kids were removed crying from my house and taken from their home with me. (That is until I sat at their adoption day with their new parents. Ugly. Cry.) But everything happens for a reason right? Its true, and something wonderful and amazing was about to happen from it all, we just had to be patient.
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