Tonight, I was supposed to go over to the home of a gay male couple from our church. They were in the process of adopting twin boys, born 2.5 weeks ago. I was going to give them a 3 hour nap/dinner break, and Jill was going to do the same thing next week.

I called this afternoon to firm up plans and directions. You know it’s bad when “Hello” is infused with grief.

The birth mother changed her mind and took the babies home with her yesterday.

I know, ethically, she has to be free to make that choice for adoption to be a responsible option, not exploitive. But that doesn’t make it any less heartbreaking. And to have had the babies for 2.5 weeks! Here’s what was going on at our house when Noah was about that old:

It is unimaginable to me, the idea of losing him at that age. I would have been devastated.

Please send everyone involved your hopes and prayers.