Late-night laundry… trying to get household things under control before tomorrow, so our Sunday can be more relaxed. I’m reading friend’s blog posts and listening to music and folding a load of laundry (why do one thing when you can do three?). Big, heavy work-jeans; those would be dad’s. My brother’s XL T-shirts. Handkerchiefs, also dad’s… Mom’s capris… then my hand reaches mindlessly for the next item and out comes a teeny, teeny pair of shorts. Then a set of small purple jammies with pink butterflies on them. One after another, items for miniature people, and it hits me that I need to get used to this. My baby sister is 21, so it’s been a lot of years since we’ve had small clothes around. Now, we are preparing for a family of foster children to move in with us – possibly future adopted siblings, but we’ll see how all that goes. They come to visit about every week now, getting ready for the transition, and each time they bring a few of their belongings to leave, hence the purple jammies. At times my breath catches with excitement at the prospect of these young lives to help grow and mold and comfort… other times it’s in panic, the “WHAT ARE WE THINKING” kicks in as I weigh the reality and brace myself for it. There are so many things to think about and pray about and… things I just have to leave to the Lord. He has opened the doors for these children to enter our lives, I will take the changes as they come.