Happy Book Day, Grandma!
September 26th, 2009
Last night was my book launch party. It was wonderful. I had such mixed feelings about it. I’m proud and happy to have my book out in the world, yes, but I also don’t like pushing myself out there and demanding everyone pay attention to me and tell me I’m fantastic. I’m not—but somehow promoting your book makes it look like that, to me, anyway. But my dear husband, my oldest and youngest, and friends wanted to do this, so I got into the spirit.
So many bright spots—my son-in-law dee jay-ing with all my favorite songs and teaching us Kenyan dancing. My husband driving sixty miles away to pick up my daughter and her two boys, and back again, because said son-in-law put her car keys in his pocket and turned off his phone before he drove his dee jay equipment to our house. My third grandchild—the milk chocolate one—dancing to the music and hugging a friend without being asked—just ran up to him and climbed on his lap. All the friends we came to celebrate with me, and the ones who took over the barbecuing because my husband was on the road.
But I think the best was my oldest grandson giving me a kiss and telling me, “Happy book day, Grandma!”
