Better to Have Loved and Lost

Being a foster parent is about the greatest thing I can think of to do. You get to have a ton of kids without all the stretch marks. They don't always look like you, but in my case, the kids probably think that's a good thing. Dull moments are non-existent and flexibility becomes your best trait. I've gotten to parent some of my favorite people in the whole world.
And then there's the hard parts.
We've had a delightful, goofy, sweet, strange little boy with us for the last year. He has enough "labels" to fill a psychiatrists clipboard front and back. He's in special education at school and has occupational and physical therapy.
We just like him and he likes us.
Tomorrow he moves to his aunts house and becomes her little boy. It's a good place for him and she's excited to have him. Troy says he's "a little happy" and I am too...and a lot sad. He's flying out tomorrow with a huge part of my heart.