I’m feeling a little sad today. I have several writer friends who are in Gettysburg right now HAVING AN INSPIRING TIME and I’m smiley for them (and can’t wait to critique the work that will come out of this Gettysburg Review Workshop), but I’m also second-guessing whether I should have not gone to AWP and held out for this instead and whether I’ll sign up for next year and Lee won’t be teaching and May and Julie and George and Warren won’t attend….that’s me. I second-guess myself.
There’s the stress of end-of-year multiplied by (pseudo) graduations from preschool and 5th grade and all their accoutrements. There was the losing of the class gift by my daughter this afternoon and then, luckily, finding the gift card tucked into her soccer bag (No, she isn’t currently playing soccer. I have no idea how it got there.) Twins went to bed late last night and are super-cranky while Diana and Chance had a half-day and have been arguing ever since. (Why have a half-day when there are only two days left of school. Does anyone else wonder about this?)
I’m also worried about this “Two Sides” story. The editors of a magazine liked it, but asked me to revise. I don’t know whether they’ll like the revisions or if I’ve blown it. I changed the ending, like was asked, but that meant I had to change the beginning. There was a comment about the action not being believable so I changed it from being planned to being accidental. So, um. Yeah. I changed the whole story. Not the title. I kept the title. And they are going to pass on it. I know they are. I don’t even want to re-submit it.
And there’s another story I’m working on. I’ve known about the contest deadline (June 15th) for a couple of months. No problem, I thought. My subconscious is writing it in my head. Only not so much. ‘Cause subconscious doesn’t give dictation so well and my fingers still have to type in the morning.
So, feeling kind of glum over here in Baltimore while the remnants of a hurricane water my empty garden. But, I’ve got a brilliant shiny story for you. One full of strong Ethiopian sunshine. It’s not quite over and I know prayers will be appreciated to get to the finish line.
This is the story of Baby B.
I started following Andrea and Nate’s blog while my daughter was being treated for leukemia. There was this sadness and hope in the entries that echoed my own heart. Frustration with waiting, trying to understand and be okay with the waiting. Then it turned out Andrea and I were the same age. We had been married the same number of years. She was my pastor’s daughter. And she believed that God had a plan, but she didn’t know if it was a plan for disappointment or joy. And, how could I not cry over that? How could I, waiting through Evelyn’s procedures and chemo and counting down the days until we would see if the cancer would come back, how could I not cry for this woman who wanted to be a mother? Who had started the adoption process and was waiting…waiting…waiting and she didn’t know the countdown. She didn’t know.
My whole church was with her on this journey. Just like they’d been with me. So, imagine the response to this picture.
Then Grammy Long (Andrea’s mother and Baby B’s grandmother) started baking. She made a Facebook page called “Grammy’s Cupcake Obsession” and that woman baked. She baked and she baked. She baked herself right into a plane ticket so she could be with her daughter when Andrea met her son.
Wanna see happiness? Want to? Want to? Want to?
The court date went GREAT.
It’s not over yet.
I hope this squeezed your heart super tight and made you happy. This is real. You can’t make it up. God is good.