I've started this post over and over. Not sure how best to write about this.
The short version: this adoption is over. We're not getting the baby.
The longer version: the hiccup spun out of control within 48 hours and then it was over. It was a mutual (and amiable) decision between us and the birth mom. It happened Thursday of last week and I've been hiding out ever since.
Lots to process. Lots to grieve.
While the depth of sadness and loss is still revealing itself, God is still good and His character never changes.