Isn’t it funny how insignificant birthdays are when you get older, and have kids, and jobs, and responsibilities? Every year my kids ask when my party is. What party? I suppose we should have parties for our birthdays as we get older. Each birthday should get more and more important and have increasing worth and value.

This is going to sound weird, but I feel like I’m older than I am. I’ve been married for over eight years. I have a seven, five, and two year old. I’ve lived in five houses since Josh and I got married. I’ve been to two different colleges. I’ve taken care of six foster children. I feel old. I’m tired. I have small wrinkles outlining my eyes.

Today I turn twenty-eight.

I still have two whole years left in my twenties.

I got a call yesterday from the children’s DFCS case worker. They are leaving today at 3:00pm. There is laundry to be done and lots of packing…into trash bags unfortunately. They don’t have any suitcases or anything and I can’t pack their things into Rubbermaid bins because they won’t all fit into the case worker’s car. It will be very sad to see them go. They’re going to a family member; not their parents. I suppose it’s only a matter of time before we receive another placement. Please pray that the Lord gives us babies next time. I do not want another five or six year old. The younger the better. It is just too hard having extra older children while homeschooling in a household of eight. I don’t mind the three-child placements, but I’m praying for very young ones.

Well, I have lots of work to do. There will be no relaxing today…but I AM about to load all six kids in the car so I can use a birthday gift card to Starbucks! 🙂

Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
I once had six children
but now I have three!