Yesterday, I was at brunch with nine other people: friends I know through Chris, and their families. We all sat around a huge table. While I was talking to Meghan and her baby on my right, Chris was talking to a 10-year-old girl on his left. The girl’s mother said something along the lines of, “Why don’t you tell Chris about your favorite book?” The girl launched into the description.
I heard none of this, except Chris started elbowing me, then nudging my leg. I was enraptured with my own conversation and ignored him… until I heard him say, “Do you know who wrote that book?” Then he leaned back and pointed to me.
My mouth fell open. The girl’s mouth fell open. Yes, the book she was describing was Above World, which she’d checked out of a library in England. I’m not sure which one of us was more surprised, but I’m guessing it was me.
Honestly, I’ve always dreamed of finding someone reading Above World and surprising them by saying, “Hey, I wrote that!” This was like that dream, but even better. It was magic.
Today, as I sit down to work on my new book, there’s a new spring in my fingertips and a special kind of joy in my heart.