I can’t believe this is my very last Debutante Ball post. I’m not good with goodbyes. Sometimes when my husband leaves the house for the store (one mile away) to get milk, I get teary-eyed. Yes, I just typed that. What if he gets into a car accident and leaves me alone to raise three boys? Clearly, I have some things to work on. But, truly, this year as a Deb has been one of the most memorable years of my life, and its amazing looking back on the experiences. So many things happened in my world: Babies (1) , books (1 published, 2 written, and another in process), new friends (4, and their names are Eleanor, Tawna, Kim and Elise), and a gazillion other exciting incidents.
The posts you read here this year were only part of our Deb experience. Truth is, we shared a lot together privately—in person, on the phone, over email—with each other. We squealed with joy over good news, growled about bad news, cried a little (OK, maybe I’m the only one!) and laughed a lot. Mostly, I just respected and appreciated these women from afar. Eleanor’s I’ve-got-your-back attitude and organized, take-charge ways (I would like her to come to my house and be my life coach), not to mention her sheer brilliance with words; Kim’s raw honesty and strength, and huge dose of humor (you are a gem—truly one in a million, my dear); Tawna’s ability to write a single sentence (any sentence) and make me laugh out loud (still hoping to make it to Bend to say hello!); and Elise’s heartfelt posts and wise observations about life and writing that I can always relate to (and we are so running that marathon together someday, even if I do the half and you do the full!).
So, I won’t say goodbye. I’ll say hello. To lifelong friends. To new books. (Um, but no more babies, for me.) To huge successes. To all that’s to come.
Hugs and kisses and teary thank yous, everyone, for a wonderful year,