Yesterday my husband kept asking me what I want for Christmas. When I still couldn't answer after the fourth time he asked, he became impatient and annoyed with me. You'd think his wallet would at least be happy, but no - I caught it glaring at me, too.
It's been years since I felt like a kid on Christmas morning, when I would wake up full of anticipation and wonder. But today when I saw the e-mail in my inbox with my new book cover attached to it, I felt that way again. I took a minute to savor the feeling before I opened the e-mail, and when I did, I was blown away. (Left) The artist did an amazing job!!
The rest of the day I walked around in a happy daze. When I got home, my husband asked me again if I had thought of anything I wanted for Christmas. I answered him with a shoulder shrug. I honestly want for nothing. My family is healthy and happy. We have a roof over our heads and food to eat.
In 2010 I accomplished one of my dreams - to become a published author. For Christmas, it isn't what I'll be given that's important. It's what I've accomplished.