So I Opened The Box, And There They Were. . .My Books!
They’re here! Oh my God, they’re here.
Aren’t they beautiful?
I swear to you, opening that box was just like that moment when they put my baby into my arms at the hospital. Only with less crying (because I was the only one crying this time).
Same amount of sweat and labor, though.
Now we see how it grows.
This proud author moment brought to you by my daughter, who was rolling her eyes and saying, “Stop crying, already!”