I don't even know what to say.
How does one put the Snoopy dance into words? Pure shining, spastic joy :-)
Yesterday morning we were getting ready (running late) to take Clementine to her two-month appointment at the pediatrician when the phone rang. Now, we're great non-phone-answerers. We tend to glance at the number and if we don't recognize it, we usually don't answer. But this had a NYC area code, and what's more, the caller was identified as "NATIONAL BOOK--" (the rest got cut off). So . . . yeah, this was a call we answered!
OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!
The National Book Award was not on my radar at all. I'd forgotten it even happened this time of year. Not in my wildest hopes . . . seriously. It never once crossed my mind to hope for this! My hopes for this book were much more modest. I can't say I've never imagined getting one of these kind of phone calls, but it was not in my thoughts yesterday morning in the scramble to get out the door to the doctor's office!
I will write more, but Clementine is not having a good morning. I think she's catching my cold :-(
Thanks for all the wonderful good wishes!
*Smiley spastic happy dance*