When we were first figuring out if we could/should adopt through foster care now or in 5/10/15 years, The Hub and I agreed on The Rule of No. Basically, if one of us says no, we both say no.
The Rule of No was put into action today for the first time.
That's all. I'm feeling deflated and sad and kind of angry, but I tell myself it is for the best. We are probably not ready for 3 under 3, and the kids deserve people who are over the moon about them.
My mom has been trying to cheer me up by telling me how hard it would have been, how everything will work out. It just makes me cry harder.