This morning when I woke up at the crack of 6:30, the following saying flashed in my head:
January 7, 2014. The day I have been waiting for for years. The day my book actually comes out.
This may sound cheesy, but I just want to document this moment here. This blog has really become my diary, mainly because I lose all of my diaries, then write in another one, then find the old one and start writing in it. When I leave all of this to my children someday, it will be a headache for them to decipher. But the mean little mother in me likes that just a little bit.
So at least I can write here and know that I won't lose it.
I love that saying "it takes ten years to become an overnight success" and that's the way I feel. Not that I've made this gigantic leap to the best-seller list my first day (I'm no Robertson, for crying out loud), but getting Confessions of a Mediocre Widow to this point has been a long road.
It's weird that this day is here. It's been "in the future" in my mind for so long I think a part of me thought it would never come. So the whole day has been kind of a blur.
This morning I left on a secret mission to my closest Barnes & Noble. I just wanted to see if it was there. And then I found it - right smack in the middle of the Biography section, next to a David McCullough book, no less - and I couldn't help but stare.
And bawled like a baby.
I had no idea that today would be so emotional and I sure as hell hope I got it all out before I have to speak at my book signing tonight. Honestly the thing that I kept crying about over and over again was what always brings us widows to tears.
"I wish my husband could be here to see this."
Six years ago, I had no idea I had it in me to do this. And here I am. I wish he could be here because I do feel like this book was a collaboration between the two of us - that he wrote this book just as much as I did (okay, maybe not quite. I mean, the man was an engineer and his grammar was not always the best).
But I did do it. I saw it through. Just like Dr. Seuss said...today is my day. I don't want to forget it. And I don't want it to get lost in one of the 30 diaries I have scattered through my house.
Hang on. I just need to write myself a note for later:
Remember this moment. Remember what you've done. This is big and it's okay to be proud of yourself.
Sorry. Sometimes we all just need to remind ourselves about stuff like that.