I can tell you this: I'm missing a little man dressed in miniature sweat pants and dinosaur t-shirts. Missing him bad.
Just for kicks, I decided to change the picture banner across the top of my home page today. How do you like it? In the pile of mail the post office had been holding for my globe-trotting husband and myself, delivered to us in a huge bundle today, we found an envelope containing the prints we ordered from our baby's recent senior picture photo shoot (he's due to graduate from Notre Dame in May). I've had a fifth matching frame put away for five years now, so that he could join his older brothers in this line-up of handsomeness. So that up there, that's my string of Pearls--oldest to youngest, starting from the left. My original string, anyway. It's getting longer by the minute, it seems!
I've spent most of the day going through the galley of Erin's Ring with a fine-toothed comb.
|I love the cover! My publisher picked the perfect image for this story!|
I received the galley from my publisher while I was down in VA hanging out with G-Man, but I couldn't bring myself to start working on it there. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on it and give it the attention I should. Not when I was distracted by levels of cuteness heretofore only seen by these eyes of mine in five sons and three granddaughters. To illustrate, here is a picture of my little buddy, taken during one of the early morning visits we had while his exhausted parents grabbed a few hours of much-needed sleep.
|He's a determined little sleeper...|
unless it's the middle of the night!