When the FedEx truck comes and goes and comes and goes

Yesterday afternoon the FedEx truck parked in my driveway. Pulled up the long, winding drive. Sat there, while the kids waited by the door, ready to pounce on whatever he brought. The FedEx guy climbed around in his truck for a while. And then he drove away.

Ten minutes later, he came back. "Fell down next to the door I guess," he said and handed me an envelope.

What do you think it was? My beautiful-wonderful-contract-and-first-half-advance for Violet and the Woof

I have to celebrate these small moments, because doctors call with test results, toddlers refuse to poo for five days, teens raid the refrigerator right before dinner, baby says his first word, "Da!" when Daddy walks in. Real life takes over. So for a moment, in the midst of life, I'll stop and savor.

Rebecca Grabill

Rebecca has been writing since childhood, her first book about a kitten published between homemade cardboard covers in second grade. Although she studied religion and philosophy in university, she continued writing, earning an MFA from Hamline University and publishing multiple picture books (no longer with homemade covers) and a collection of poetry with a variety of New York and independent publishers. She has also published a wide array of fiction, essays, and poetry in magazines and journals and photographs for Getty Images. She balances writing with homeschooling the younger of her six children, launching her young adults, church activities, and overseeing a small flock of chickens in rural West Michigan.

www.rebeccagrabill.com
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