Oh, but the heartstrings!

Ahhhhh! The mixed feelings! Why is it that despite the internal turmoil, I still get this little leap when we get a call? Why must the little voice that tries to drown out all acknowledgement of my new role in Prancer's life also have to pipe up when we turn down two 18-month-olds and say "aww, but mom!" More evidence of the weird, weird life of a foster mother.