I got a package in the mail yesterday. I found it in the mailbox this morning on the way to the bus stop with Violet.
[Yes - I check the mail every day. I just checked too soon on Wednesday]
[Yes - I drive my daughter to the bus stop around the corner every morning. I feel like a big doofus standing on the corner - it's much better to sit in the car and wait for the bus.]
[Yes - you'd think a SAHM would drive their child to school every morning but nope - I make her ride the bus.]
Anyway, this package.
As we sat at the bus stop waiting for Tom the Bus Guy to arrive and whisk Violet away for the day (the whole day! They all go to school all day!), I ripped open this package. Inside I found this:
Violet, of course, wanted to know what was in the package. So I showed it to her.
“M.D. Denny Sisson … Hey! That’s Papa’s name!”
“Papa wrote a real book?”
She flipped the book over. “Yep - here’s where they tell about the author.”
“I guess Papa’s going to be famous now.”
I guess so pumpkin. My dad. The author.
I’m planning to sit down this week and read my dad’s book. My. Dad’s. Book. How many people can say they actually wrote a book? I’m so proud of him.
You can get your own copy here.
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