A state of missing

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h e a r t, to foster love

It’s Mother’s Day weekend. And it’s bittersweet for us. Last night at about 1AM, I was finally able to process some of what I’ve been feeling about our foster kids going home. I decided I needed to speak the things I had written. After I finished speaking these things, I was finally able to weep. I miss them.

Truth is, I loved them.

I loved movie nights with them.

I loved nerf gun fights with him.

I loved Perkins dates with her.

I loved bedtime cuddles with (other) her.

I loved how much our dogs loved them.

I loved cooking breakfast for them.

I loved praying with them.

I loved teaching them that they can and should feel their emotions.

I loved watching them express themselves.

I loved hearing the older ones scream “James!” when I would come home late.

I loved hearing “dada!” from the toddler just before she would run up to me for a hug.

I loved poking my head in their room to see them fast asleep.

I loved walking into our room when I had finished my work for the night and could finally get to bed because I got to see the toddler sprawled out in her crib. She was so peaceful.

I loved when they left our church services to go to kids church, and couldn’t help but hug me first.

I loved seeing Haley become a mom. I loved seeing her love them.

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We are Haley and James Earley, a family of two established on October 11, 2014 in our hometown of Rochester, MN and now living in St. Paul, MN. We are dog-lovers, coffee addicts, tree-huggers, balance-seekers, community-livers, and new foster parents. We live in a house of three adults, three dogs, and our sweet foster kiddos. We desire to slow down in this fast-paced world in order to pursue intentional community as we seek after the heart of God. We're just one couple trying to figure out this whole living life thing.

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