I spend three and half (okay closer to 5) years writing a book. Spend hundreds of hours reading and editing it trying to make it as polished as possible. Spent a ton of time getting it formatted so it can be printed, and then finally, that most glorious of days arrives--my book is delivered in the mail. What a moment, as you can probably imagine.
It was a moment I dreamt of many times. Usually, my dream included some kind of memento from my wife, maybe some hand-written posters from my kids, occasionally I might even envision my wife having purchased a plaque to mark the occassion.
It was a moment I dreamt of many times. Usually, my dream included some kind of memento from my wife, maybe some hand-written posters from my kids, occasionally I might even envision my wife having purchased a plaque to mark the occassion.
None of it happened. Due to some incredibly bad timing, my book arrived the same week as they adopted a new kitten named Moonlight. Basically, this cat stole all my thunder. Literally, my book became a complete afterthought. The cat's the one getting all the attention and recognition. Hours spent discussing what to name him (Moonlight), hours spent watching eat, worried if he would come back home, basically swooning over this animal.
What a moment! Fortunately, the cat is a very cool feline and I've long ago realized that one of the reasons God has put me on this earth was to be humbled. So it's all good. Everyone's happy, the cat has found a home, and I'm moving on to my next dream.
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