On Friday I got word that this little one made it's way into the world. I can't quite describe how excited I was about that.
And it's not because of the book per se...or that it's MY book.
It's because of what I truly believe it's meant to do.
What I hope it has the chance to do.
We landed today just in time for me to get home and get myself to a little bit of church with the other congregation that meets in the building across the street from my house. But, when it came time for the speakers after the Sacrament and when they said they were talking on "Provident Living", I slipped out (don't judge me).
I made my way downtown to our offices and broke in (well, I mean, I have a pass but it WAS a Sunday and it felt a little "break in"ish), determined to find a copy.
I found a little stack on the Production floor. I grabbed 10 of them and then reminded myself that might be thievery (is that even a word?) and I probably shouldn't steal, especially on Sunday.
So, I just took two.
I picked them up and ran out to my car and started to cry.
My first tears were exhaustion (TOFW weekends do that to me).
My second tears were excitement.
My third tears were gratitude that I got to be the writer of this little book.
My last tears were just a tich of sadness..."Where can I go to share this with someone who will be as excited as I am and know why this means so much to me?"
And then I knew.
I didn't even call ahead first.
I just went straight to Ardeth's house.
Heber answered the door. "Are you lost?" He asked.
"Is your cute wife home?" I asked back.
And then she came around the corner and before I could say anything she said, "IT'S HERE! Is it here?"
We made our way to the couch.
She'd read a page and then cry and then I would cry.
It was one of the sweetest moments of my life.
I said, "If someone had told me when I was thirteen that I'd be sitting on your couch sharing this with you, I NEVER would have believed it. I can't believe I got to do this."
We read some more and said all the things we were both feeling. I'm one of her girls, you know (and any of you who were in YW 1984-1992 are too, just so you know. She feels that way about all of us) and it just felt SO good to experience that with her. And so fitting to share the first copy with the the woman who issued a call to my 13 yr old heart oh so long ago.
She deserved a "pay off" for what she did.
She doesn't need it or expect it.
But she deserves it, you know what I mean?
And it just felt really sweet to be the one to give it to her.
Then, there was one more place I needed to go.
Someone who I knew would be as excited as I was.
Someone who knew what this meant to me.
And I made my way here...
And this might seem terribly silly to some or a little too much for others, but I sat down under the shade of the little tree and I started reading...out loud.
I read the intro to him and then I looked around to make sure we really were alone.
And then I read the first chapter and I kind of could envision Grandma sitting by his side listening...and smiling that way she smiled when nothing needed to be said.
And then I read another chapter. Out loud.
And then another.
It was a bit of an emotional experience for me. I don't know how to articulate how it felt whenever I knew my Grandpa was proud of me (and Grandma, of course). I could almost see/feel/hear how Grandpa would have gotten a little teary and said, "oh, Laurel, my girl" as he held it in his hands.
And I wanted to share this with him.
I needed to feel what that felt like.
And today, I got to.
Hearing the words jump off those pages reminded me that this is a project that was given to me. I truly feel that way. And I hope it's okay I'm even saying that out loud. There was a message that needed to be written and I just feel like the Lord let me write it.
Anyone could have done it.
But, he let it be me.
Today was a reminder that God has a plan for each one of us.
I have things I was meant to do.
YOU have things you were meant to do.
Ardeth Kapp did.
My grandpa did.
The cute 16 yr old girl I met Friday night in Hartford does.
We all do.
That is something I know to my core.
If I've had a sweeter day, I cannot at this moment recall it.
This has been the sweetest day of all.
(PS If you "earned" a copy, give me a couple of weeks to get my stash and I'll send them right out. Promise. xoxo)