Today at the Christian bookstore

I found 2 copies of THE BOOK. You know, the one with a pink cover and white script reading "I'm Glad I'm a Mom". It was there. I pulled it off the shelf, gleefully flipping to page 29 as I held it up for Mr. at Home and the at Home children to admire. I had to explain to the curious salespeople that the name on page 29 is *my name* and they were all eager to read the story for themselves.

If you haven't run out to buy the book yet, don't worry. The store said that their distributors are reporting that the printing ran late and they don't have copies yet. The publisher sent 2 copies directly to the store, so they had those 2, but it might be a little while before they get restocked. I freely admit that I bought one of those copies since my packet from Hearts at Home won't arrive until after their conference in a couple of weeks. So I had the thrill of seeing my name in print *and* I possess the proof. Between softball practice and other Saturday obligations (you know, like sitting on my duff and playing on the computer), I've gotten halfway through the book and the other stories are fabulous.

It has whetted an appetite in me and brought to mind other funny and tender moments that would make great stories. But even now, if I never got another thing published, I'd be okay with that. I don't have the ambition to become a household name, pouring myself into writing so that my family suffers. I'm happy right where God has placed me.