My foster granddaughter was amazing! She made quick decisions (no iron on patch on this, the cupcake patch on that), she stuffed pillows, she wrote all the gift tags, she packed, and like Santa, she had a huge plastic bag full of gifts for her family. One final pillow she wanted to give to my granddaughter, and she labeled it and left it for when my granddaughter arrives. And she wanted to include me in the "from" of the gift tag. Very sweet, very mature. I can see her turning nine in six months, she's growing up before my eyes.
We had dinner with our friend last night at her house she just bought, and it was already cosy and inviting, with her dog and cat snuggled on their beds, and the living room set up. In the dining room were boxes, but she's done so well with the transition. She hasn't sold her house up north, but it's been watched and taken care of, so hopefully, next spring, there will come a buyer. We had a comfort food meal of butternut squash, kale and chicken, with rhubarb crisp for dessert. Her neighborhood was quiet and beautiful. How happy I felt to see her all settled.
Today begins a lot of hard work for the holiday party, but mixed in with seeing my therapist. I need my head screwed on straight, and she's just the person to help me. The mind needs constant fine tuning, or the channels get crossed and static blares out.
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