Yesterday, my family surprised me with cupcakes, a huge greeting card, a tiara and a blue ribbon to tape to my shirt, all in celebration of my #1 placement on the New York Times bestseller list.
Irene Goodman and her husband, Alex, sent a single rose, dipped in 24 karat gold. I will treasure it forever. You see, reaching the top spot on the list has been more of a dream than an actual goal, for more years than I care to count. Irene and Alex always sent beautiful bouquets, for every milestone, and I came close a few times, but that one rose was elusive.
Now, here it is.
I’m enjoying the hoopala, no doubt about it, but I’m also getting worn out.
Time to get back to work.