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Part Eight

On August 29th my best friend, Cassie, came to give Addison doughnuts before school and then we headed to Ikea. There is nothing better than being with your best friend in Ikea on a Tuesday. It's a known thing, that if I go with you to Ikea on a weekend that I really truly love you. But a Tuesday is the best.

I had a great time with Cassie and her kids. I was feeling so light and full from our time together.

And then I got a text that would flip my current plans and expectations.

Her aunt let me know that she would not be adopting Z and the three other siblings living with her. As soon as I read that text I lost it. Like ugly cry lost it. I felt so confused. And immediately ready to do whatever we had to do to get our precious Z baby back into our home.

Our foster care license had closed in July so what were we to do.
We tried to request kinship. Nope. Not doing that.
Then we decided to do the crazy thing.
Be super crazy and start pre service classes again.
See when you let your license go, you have to go back through allllll the pre-service classes.
In Ohio, that's 36 hours of classes.
Our agency worked with us and helped us figure out how quickly we could get those classes done because by the beginning of November was when new placements would need to be finalized.

So we started the classes, we were told right away that there was a very slim chance they would place her back with us, but she's worth it.

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