After a scramble to get the first completed and revised proof of I Live in Laurel sent to press, I felt relieved and excited and overwhelmed by the possibility of what it could mean when the book is released. I think it's going to be special. I really do. Ben was picking up another load of pumpkins in Jackson, and I walked home just as the steeple bell was tolling 6 o'clock all over downtown Laurel.
I walked home, feeling very much in love with our town.
So I did.
And it was the best comfort food supper a person can have. I tricked myself into believing it was cold outside for a minute. She made rosemary chicken breast with a garlic bacon cream sauce to go over angel hair pasta and homemade biscuits on the side.
Lucy is smiling and giggling now. What a girl.