Pink. I never thought I'd own a pink house, although I suppose you wouldn't guess that by my blog. Anyhow, I'm always looking for a deal, and we found one! When my sister saw the house, she nicknamed it the "Barbie Mansion." Well, our social worker's name is Barbie. Isn't that great? Not Barb, Barbara, or any other version but Barbie. I got a good chuckle out of
this! I have to say, she's neither blonde nor ditzy. In fact, she was very professional, encouraging, and a great listener. We enjoyed telling her how we came to the decision of being involved with the foster care system. We felt very accepted by her, and she really applauded us for understanding our own backgrounds and what we would do the same or differently. And Shelly, our new puppy, was uncharacteristically subdued. She just laid under the table most of the time as opposed to her usual hunting for cardboard to shred. Fantastic! Finally, we met a family in our neighborhood who has a connection to the children's emergency shelter in town. We're really thankful that things are falling into place.
