I end the day, my heart full, my eyes teary, and overcome with emotion. All through the day, I watched as friends and family shared posts on their social media. They accompanied links to my books with lengthy write-ups, an ode to the time we have known each other. Each of these posts were heartfelt, emotional and a testament to the kindness that exists around me. I read, reread and read it one more time later in the day as I responded with a “Thank you…” that seemed woefully inadequate to express all that I felt.
I started the day with a Facebook Live session, my first. I read comments and responded. While it felt strange to be talking to a machine, my heart leapt with joy at seeing names familiar and dear to me gathered to celebrate my big day.
Our little family of five gathered around the kitchen island, cut a tiny tiramisu and sang happy birthday to my book.
In the afternoon, when I was momentarily away, the doorbell rang and my book club friends left a beautiful plant and balloons tied to our mailbox.
All day long, I sported a smile. I read messages from friends on WhatsApp, on Twitter, on Facebook, on Instagram, on Messenger and replied as soon as I could.
The reviews came trickling in. My manager at work, a friend’s child, a fellow author, my Twitter friends. With each review, a part of me relaxed a tiny bit. It made me believe in all the things I wanted my book to be when I wrote it but feared would be lost as a final product. I will be compiling the reviews and adding them to the testimonials page. Check them out and I promise you will be amazed at how much thought children put into writing reviews.
I will go to bed tonight knowing I am an incredibly lucky person just for the number of people who care and root for me. It is something I will cherish lifelong.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.