John here.

 I used to think that age 35 was ancient. I remember my parents being 35, for crying out loud. But here I am.

It's almost Thanksgiving, and I don't need to think about what I'm thankful for. Sarah's kidney is doing great, so much so that I have to remind myself not to take it for granted. There was a time in our lives when becoming a family didn't seem possible. I'll never forget the look on Sarah's face when, after trying to get pregnant for over a year and facing infertility treatment or surgery, I blurted out "Why don't we just start the adoption process and see what happens?" That was 8 months ago, and now we're live and our letters are being sent out. I would love to be able to watch and see what a birthmother thinks of our letter. I hope that who we are comes through and they can see how excited we are.

The hardest part of waiting (all 6 weeks so far, ha) for me has been pacing myself and tempering my expectations. After going through all the paperwork and red tape, you're ready for the next part - the baby - to come. All of the day to day routines and little moments have extra weight now, thinking about what it will mean when we are chosen.

That's it for now. I'm going to figure out how to post mp3s on here, so that's something to look forward to.