It's been a monumental summer.
Baby girl joined us on July 13th. She was exactly one week past her due date, but her timing was perfect. If I had a dollar every time I said one of the following in the past 2 months ...
1. I love you too much to keep you in this nasty diaper. Why are you fighting me?
2. It's a good thing you're cute.
4. If you could talk this would be so much easier.
5. PLEASE wake up and eat some more.
6. PLEASE go back to sleep.
7. Dear God, please help my baby girl to rest.
8. Here comes ANGRY NORAH!
9. I love you SOOO much, kid.
10. Thank you, Father. Thank you.
Everyone is right. This is the hardest yet most joy-inducing adventure of my life. HELP ME. She just woke up early from her nap."WHY ARE YOU AWAKE?" But then I brought her into the office with me and she just looked up and gave me that smile ... I'm hooked.
Norah was the first labor of the summer.
My book was the second. (Clearly I've got a number one fan.)
I've been working on a manuscript for almost three years. Who knew it would take so long? I've been thinking about writing a book since I was maybe 23 years old. I've always known it would be addressed to young women, a sort of spiritual memoir, and a way to greater connect with the audiences that I speak to.
The title of the book is Forget the Corsage. (Big shout out and THANK YOU to a tireless editor and great friend for that title. JORDY-LIZ edits for the WIN!)
The title comes from my unique prom story.