Updated: Feb 17
Smack dab in the heart of Kansas. The quaint campus at Washburn University. Miss Taylor and I purposely parked on the very edge under a shade tree. We strolled, following directional yard signs that read "Kansas Book Festival." Breathing in the fresh air, warmed by sunshine, we admired the beauty of the alabaster buildings and the good-morning salutations from lovely people. Miss Taylor and I were dressed in proper business-casual, author-style attire. We were excited to reach our publisher's, Flint Hills Publishing, booth and to witness all five of our Fox Hollow Series books adorning the display. Taylor's eyes sparkled the minute she saw them. Pride, in a heartwarming way. A way that reminds me of the joy I share in being her mother, knowing that her incredible love for children and people of all ages is apparent in her uninhibited way of being. She greeted, hugged, observed, and even signed a few autographs. Oh, and icing on the cake, she was gifted a super cute children's book by the one and only Kansas author Mr. Ken Berry.
At the end of the event, we not-so-quietly strolled back along the winding campus trails to our car. As soon as Taylor could get a word in edgewise, she said "elevator." Why, what do you mean, I questioned? "An elevator...It's like next floor, please." My eyes must have been as wide as the rims on my glasses as her words struck me. Of course she felt elevated, ready, inspired....or did she? Nope. She was super charged by the fact that she was going to get a glass of wine and enchiladas for dinner. Finally! Living one moment at a time, one cup-full at a time, taking in the simple joys of life. Cheers to your day! Next floor...please!