We had been informed that Bryan and Cole were at their grandma’s house (she lived across from Ruth) and we were to pick them up there. Bryan was playing in the living room and I went into the kitchen to get Cole’s bottle, etc. They packed us a diaper bag (I guess looking back I should have been prepared with something) and then we carried their car seats out to our little gold Saturn.
Cole and Mykel, about an hour after we picked him up.
I swear it took us a half hour trying to figure out how to hook the car seats in (what can I say; we were definitely amateurs at this kind of thing). After we got Cole and Bryan buckled up, Mykel and I spoke with their biological grandma. We were trying to figure out their schedule and what time we needed to bring them back Sunday night….
She said “don’t bring them back, it will be too hard to say goodbye again” ~ I honestly couldn’t believe my ears, I had no response, I had so many unanswered questions but I couldn’t mouth the words and form a coherent sentence. At that point I think Mykel and I were in the “shock and awe” stage. I can’t even remember what was said after that.
Bryan and Cole on their second day with us.We didn’t waste much time talking because it was so cold outside and the boys were waiting in the car. I cannot imagine how their grandmother felt, let alone Ruth, knowing that they would be leaving and not coming back. It was a bittersweet feeling for me.
Mykel and I got in the car; looked at each other, looked at the two little boys in the back seat (who were intently staring at us with their beautiful brown eyes) and I said -