So much I want to say, but nothing is forming. My heart is broken but I wouldn’t take this back for anything. Peanut, my sweet preemie foster babe, has left. I knew it was coming and I am still devastated. I’ve been crying for two weeks because I knew the day was coming but didn’t know the exact day. I’m grateful I had a solid eight hours today to pack up everything Peanut owns and give him some extra love before someone from the county would come to pick him up. I never thought it would be this hard. I’m lucky to have been his mama. *Because I know place are going to ask: Peanut isn’t going back with mom & dad. He will be living with a distant family member; bio family will almost  always trump a foster family