“I have a present for you,” I said as I slid the wrapped item across the counter. Just a slight moment of hesitation, and then understanding washed over her features. A smile spread across her face. She knew what a special moment this was for me. She oh-so-carefully unwrapped the package, and I could hardly contain myself. I think the others at the counter wondered what was going on.

I tried not to fidget. When the wrapping paper finally came off, she beamed and sighed at what was in front of her. I tried to find other things to look at as she slowly opened the book. She gently turned pages, skimming the title page and introduction for a sense of the contents. “Aren’t you in here?” she asked.

“Page sixty-nine,” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm.

She eventually found page sixty-nine, and took the time to read the four hundred or so words right then. “Jenny, you write beautifully.” Wow. What a compliment, coming from a woman who knows books like a mechanic knows cars!

“Maybe some day I’ll bring you another one, all on my own,” I said. I had taken care of the rest of my business, and I needed to leave. I was taking up too much of her time.

I left the building with a smile as wide as the Cheshire cat’s grin. I had just donated a book to the library, and it had a piece written by me inside!

Thanks, Ms. J, for sharing in my excitement. Your reaction was like sprinkles on an ice cream cone– a simple pleasure, but oh, so sweet!