I was moved to tears. He had color copies made of the story I had published in the Friend magazine this past year, then found a mat and a frame, and had a gold plaque inscribed, then put it all together himself. He may not ‘get’ me, but he loves me, he is proud of me, and he knows that even though he doesn’t understand it, writing makes me happy. And that is why we work so well together.
And then there were these in my stocking:
Yes, he also knows that I am accident-prone and that our beloved rugrats give me headaches.
These didn’t hurt either:
Awww yeah. Love those boots (they’re by Fergie, by the way, if anyone else starts drooling over them like I did when I first saw them).
Anyway, we had a wonderful Christmas, and my husband showed me once again why I married him.
You may think you’re in this crazy writing game alone, but you might be surprised to discover you have a cheering section silently celebrating your every little victory (and I’m a part of it, just in case you didn’t know. See me waving my little flag with your initials on it? GOOO YOU!)
It’s New Year’s Eve...any writing-related resolutions on your list this year that will have us celebrating next Christmas??