The interesting thing for me in finally finishing one of my books is how anticlimactic it has been. I finished it, then sat here and thought, Okay, it’s done. I will have to read through it and edit, but the bulk of it is complete. It seemed as if the occasion deserved something more, but it really didn’t. If there has been a sincere shift in my thinking over the last few years it is this: life is about the ride, not the destination. This book just proved to me how much this has sunk in and become a part of me.
Time to rouse baby and get her dressed. I love the smile she gives me when she awakens. This morning before I got out of bed, I was lying next to her and she wakened for a moment, then patted my chest for milky, and gave me her lovely smile before latching on and going back to sleep. Ah, baby love is the best love of all!