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When the Box Arrives

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A box arrived today.  

I stared at the box for a solid half hour before I opened it. It sat on my kitchen table as I walked around it, much like a dog circles a suspicious object. I was trying to savor the anticipation of finally holding my first book in my hands.  

It is a miraculous thing, to spy one's name on the spine of a book. 

I pulled one from this stack, and ran my hand over the smooth cover. I cracked it open and breathed in the smell of its pages. I read the story aloud--a whole new experience now that the words are fully intertwined with the illustrations. 

Tomorrow I'll sit on the couch with my daughters and we'll read it together for the first time. Tomorrow they'll discover their names on the dedication page. Tonight, I'll enjoy the anticipation of that moment.