I’m rocking him to sleep as I type this post with one hand. I don’t want to put him in his bed just yet. You see, The Baby leaves in just three more days. It feels so weird. It feels so final. I’m happy for his new foster mom. She is eventually going to have the entire sibling group of four boys with her. This is a good thing! I’m just going to miss him. When you raise a baby from 2 days to 6 months, you get attached, very attached. And, I love him. But, loving and letting go is part of foster care. Sometimes, I wonder if we will ever do this again. Thankfully, I don’t have to decide that right now. I just have to rock him to sleep.