|Asher loves ice cream.|
The little things about Asher being placed in our home were most miraculous. Our home study had expired because we hadn't fostered any more kids since we had a houseful. We didn't plan on getting more kids either. But our beloved caseworker went to bat for us, appearing in court and recommending the judge to send Asher home with us. The lawyer for our region of DCS made a special trip to be there, too.
Asher's caseworker was not the same as our caseworker. She had made it clear that there was no way we were taking him home that day. "No way." But she was wrong. The judge agreed with those who were there for us. He said Asher should be with his siblings right away to begin bonding.
|At the campground.|
About a year later or so, we were camping by the lake. Somehow, Asher got one of the fishing lures hooked in his lip. The hook went all the way through the inside of his lip. I used a pair of pliers to crimp the barb on the hook. I thought I could then slide it out backwards, but it wouldn't go. Then I cut the end off the hook with wire cutters. Thankfully, it wasn't as serious as it first looked.
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