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Abigail's day mostly done, she found herself again in the wing chair enjoying the warmth from the fireplace. Tonight, as she lifted her feet to the footstool and pulled the Afghan over her legs, she was well into thought.
"Am I too old? I still love kids. Being a foster mom or adopting just appeals to me. Where could I do the most good? After all, I have a large enough home and am fortunate enough to be able to afford all the expenses. I could care for a child, easily. I could love a child. I really enjoyed having Patty here with me for a week. But then, I was tired. It does take a lot of energy to follow after a little one and make sure they are always safe and entertained."
She pondered adding another log to the fire, but thought better of it because it was almost time to turn in. As the warmth from the fire was dieing down, the afghan felt so good. She sure enjoyed her quiet time; would that be sacrificed with a child in the house? Thoughts were flying in her head. Tomorrow . . . tomorrow she should make a list of pros and cons, and talk with Suz about possibilities.
(This is part of an ongoing story of Abigail, which started with my Jan 4th blog post.)