Sadness

I just found out that some dear friends of ours from Korea are going through a really tough time.  Really tough.  Life changing tough.

They have to give back the little boy they adopted.  Today is the day they have to hand him over.

 They adopted him through an agency in the States, and flew back to get him when he was born.  They've had him for 15 months, and they are the only family he's ever known.  But, as sometimes happens, the birth family decided they wanted him back, and unfortunately they won the custody battle.  I'm simply heartbroken for them.  This is a child that we held, played with, and loved on while we were there.  He was wanted so badly, and was such a light in everyone's lives.

The thing that (selfishly I suppose) has me in tears is that he was close to Maverick's age, and his older sister is Maddox's age.  And she's now losing her baby brother.  Imagining going through that is just gut wrenching enough, but having to explain it to a child!?  UGH!

 I suppose it was all in God's plan to only have him in their family for such a short time, but (here's where I'm going to have my temper tantrum that will require confession later on) WHAT THE HECK GOD?  SERIOUSLY?  WHO DOES THAT??  THAT'S F-ED UP!  HEY, HERE'S A BABY, SURE HE'S YOURS TO KEEP, NO JUST KIDDING, GIVE HIM BACK, SORRY ABOUT THAT!!  that doesn't make it any easier. 

So, if you can't tell, I'm not only sad, I'm angry.  

We don't know God's plan for our lives, and tomorrow is never guaranteed.  I'm hugging my husband and babies tighter today, that's for sure.