Gavin was dropped off to us about 3 hours later than planned. They did call after the first 2 hours to let us know it would be another hour. We were waiting in the lobby when they arrived. A taxi pulls up and out jumps the fostermom Maria and Gavin. He was wearing a cute red sweatsuit and had a huge smile on his face. She was talking to him in Spanish telling him that we were his Mama and Papa. She put him down and while holding her fingers, he walked him toward us. He looked identical as our last trip just alot bigger. We fussed over him and headed upstairs to discuss his schedule. As I scribbled notes about Gavin's preferences, Maria, the fostermom played with him. He was giggly and smiley jumping around the bed. Anytime me or Ricky picked him up on the bed, he squirmed away and crawled right back to her. It was clear Gavin was very much attatched to Maria and they loved each other very much. When we were done discussing the schedule, Maria started to cry. She talked to him in spanish, hugged and kissed him. He sensed something dreadful was going to happen. He kept clinging to her and his whole demeanor changed. He was scared. I was scared for him. We hugged Maria goodbye. The only thing she asked was for updated pictures of him as he grows. I could not do what she did. She was incredibly strong and brave.
