And I have just packed off our first foster child to their new, forever home.
We started fostering a year ago and she was our first, she was two and terrified of everything when she came to us. Men were always "bad", other children scared her to the point of rooting to the spot until they moved away. Now she is now 3, a child with friends, a little girl who likes "good" men and can say "I love you" to the men that matter in her life. She can run around the playground with the best of them and ask children she hasn't met before if they want to play.
The house feels quiet and her bedroom empty, so I've shut the door until I can face going in to strip her bad and get it ready for our second addition (who currently sleeps in a cot in our room but thinks 4.30am is the new 8am!).
Soon we will open our hearts to fosterling number 3 (and 4 and 5 and 6 and...) but today I am going to wallow in the journey we have just had and look forward to the path ahead.
Good luck fosterling, we wish you and your new family every success and happiness.