There are no words to express the feeling I had as I watched my husband rip into my very first box of books. Usually I'm never ever ever ever ever without words!!! This time however, I was caught off guard. It was a book with real binding, and real words, and real chapters, and real authors! REAL AUTHORS???? ME?? There was my name on the back, and along with it was my picture. Gosh, I thought, Do I really have the right to be this excited over an anthology? I mean, I'm sharing glory with other writers. I can't even take full credit! But NO! I DO have the right to be this excited! I'm proud and honored to share my name in a book with other fabulous writers with experience and KNOW HOW that I plan to capture and embody in the depths of all of my writing!To celebrate, My husband took me for dessert and my boys came along. In this moment I felt home again. I felt warm and close to what God has given me. My family...something I'll never trade in. This is what the entire book represents. I can look into my husbands eyes and see that through it all, long studio nights, crabby attitudes(mostly mine) and back and forth bickering over correct notes, better sound, and deadlines, through it all, I can't imagine a better love life. Through all the fussiness and tantrums I get from my toddler and all the silliness I get from my 9yr old, I can't imagine better sons for me. I glanced at the cover of the book. Home again, and I looked into eyes of my family...ahhh family. Home. Nothing...nothing...nothing like home.