I am grateful for the many wonderful moments that have brought meaning and to my life. Some rise above the rest. You know what I mean. We all have them. Sometimes they percolate through your life slowly growing momentum until they overwhelm you. Sometimes they slap you in the face. Powerful events that take your breathe away . . . leave you in awe . . . make you feel more alive. They are pure magic.
This weekend I had one of those moments. I read the dedication in my daughter J.C. McKenzie’s latest book and for a second my world stood still as my heart filled with joy.
“To my sister, H, for her love of books. If you hadn’t devoured fantasy novels through adolescence, or I hadn’t followed you like a shadow wanting to do everything you did, I would never have discovered the world of urban fantasy. Thank you.”
Let me tell you, my darling daughters argued all-day, every-day, when they were young. To see them now appreciate one another is a dream come true.
I really want to read JC’s latest book, Shift Work, the fourth book in her popular, urban fantasy, Carus series, but I’m having trouble getting past the dedication. Btw, it launches today.
And that is what is on my mind and in my heart this fine morning.