Three in Tennessee testing

It's getting late tonight... it won't be long until the doorbell rings and I can breathe. I'm not nervous, just excited/anxious.

It's similar to the feeling I used to get right before leading the marching band onto the field in front of a large crowd. Just like back then, I know we've done everything right to prepare for the moment. But there's still this feeling that something absurd could happen. I bet this is how Pharaoh's daughter felt the night before her palace study for Moses' placement.

Seriously, we can't wait to be "waiting." We're more sure than ever that God is in the middle of this process, and we're ready to proceed.

I was reading an adoption-related magazine in the waiting room before my individual interview last week. According to statistics of average wait times for domestic infant adoptions, there is a good chance our child has been conceived! A high percentage of adoptive families experience placement in less than nine months after approval. How crazy is it that somewhere, that little heart is already beating?!? That's great, cause we're already praying.

Well, I've got one more item on the list: I need to hang the painting that's been leaning on the wall in the office since we moved. Other than that one minute detail, I did not interfere with Teri's television schedule.

Pray for us from 9:00 to 10:00 Eastern.