I embarrassed my daughter and befuddled my husband today.
Week after week, I'd cruise Wal-Mart as usual and check out the book aisle. No book. Not Windswept Weddings.
At last, I found it.
Do you remember that scene from the movie "That Thing You Do" when the band heard their song on the radio the first time, and they ran and screamed?
Well, um. Yeah. I didn't actually scream, nor did I run. I think I gave a giddy little squeal and trotted across the big aisle to the book section.
An author's life is not glamorous. We sweat and cry and work in solitude many times. This is one of those moments to savor.
Of course, I was immediately humbled and laughed at myself. Guess where the price tag was?
Yup. Covering my name. I love God's sense of humor.