On Tuesday night, at 11:58 pm, my eight-year-old daughter rose from her warm bed and appeared next to mine.
She said, "Mom, I am so happy for you. In two minutes, your book will be born."
We cuddled in bed together and sang-in midnight.
In the morning, I awoke to a card on my bedside locker from my eleven-year-old daughter.
It read, "Congratulations, Mom, you are now an author. You have always been a loving mom. Thank you for proving dreams can come true."
I have high hopes for my book, but these two moments alone have already given me success.
Thank you, M. and T.
Published on December 02, 2010 08:32