So we are headed to Roanoke this weekend for my dads birthday. We dropped the foster baby off to stay with some friends last night, and I’m proud to say I didn’t cry (until this morning). I did spend way too much time giving directions and (hopefully) helpful tips on what he does/doesn’t do. Robert said bye about 5 times before we actually ended up leaving.
I am a bit heartbroken this morning for several reasons. One being that Stout looked sad (sadder than usual, those wrinkles always give him sad-face) and kept sniffing around, probably looking for his friend. Another being that I only want the absolutely best for Waylon and I think we all have the trait where we think we are the only ones that can provide the best for the things around us, even though that might not be the case, and though I know our friends are perfectly capable of giving him all the love I would give him, my mom-instincts are saying “there’s no way that’s possible, only I can do it!” I’m seriously trying to ignore those instincts.
So I’m trying not to think about it and will be giving Stout a ton of extra love.