As Josh and I watched figure skating tonight, I looked over at him and mentioned that from this point until forever, I will be cheering for Team USA and Team South Korea at all Olympic games.  It’s amazing how quickly I am already feeling attached to this place and culture.

I also had the same recurring thought today:  Our child exists in the world right now.

I could be wrong, of course, but if the estimated timeline is right, then we are anticipating a match with a child born somewhere between late 2017 and early 2018.  I just feel like he or she has already been born.  Gut feeling and stubborn hope, I guess.

Fun fact:  When I was born in 1988, the summer Olympic games were held in Seoul.  And now 30 years later, I am watching South Korea host the Olympics again, and I am proud of this country and its resilience.  I feel connected.  That’s just what I keep coming back to all day:  my child is there now, and I feel connected.

Anyway, there’s no point to this post except to say I am excited and hopeful and optimistic and so beyond words THANKFUL.  I am so stinkin’ thankful.  Just overwhelmed with gratitude that we get to start this process together.