The birth mother chose us. Looks like we are going to adopt Olivia.
Another permanent baby was not in the plan. An end to foster parenting (5 is enough. We are done. No rooms left at the inn.) was not in our plan. Extending our active parenting years to age 56 was not in the plan. But I know enough by now to know that God laughs when I make plans.
But now I can hold her and entertain the thought of her as my daughter. More heartaches and joys. More worries. Another college education to worry about paying for. More hugs and pretend tea parties.