Today was a full and busy day. My beautiful little girl turned five, and dressed herself in sequins and jewelry befitting her princess status.
She twirled and smiled, pleased that it was her special day and not a tear was seen, even when her brother hit her with her new Barbie. 
I was very impressed.

Work was also interesting. 

My second Monday in my own place, I managed to set off the alarm. Frantically I found the key code and punched it in, heart racing from such a rude start to the morning.

I looked at my schedule with wide and confused eyes. Somehow over the Friday and weekend, I’d had mass cancellations. 

I worried I’d be unable to handle the boredom of such an empty day just long enough for four urgencies to fill the empty spots.

It was a rewarding and busy day after the initial alarming beginning, and I had just enough time at lunch to format my book and set it up for preorder. 

My first book is on preorder on the anniversary of my second child’s birth. 

I never thought this moment would come when she was born. Being an author had always been a dream, not a reality.

Until today. 

What a glorious day.