I very rarely get to see the result of my writing. I create it, launch it, and then hope the baby bird flies. I love reading comments to various posts and every now and then I hear Josh laugh at night and it thrills me when his reply is, “Your blog,” in response to my question, “What’s so funny?”
When I was writing the post about Camille’s trip to the doctor, the boys were all home and I was perched at our kitchen counter. Carter was hanging over my shoulder, trying to read along. It’s bad enough having people read over my shoulder, but trying to write? Impossible. I told him to back off: “Give me 10 more minutes and then you can read to your heart’s content.”
I polished it up and turned the computer over to him. Two paragraphs in and he was laughing so hard he had to stop and wipe the tears from his eyes. Then he called for Calvin, “You have to come read this!” I didn’t even think that post was particularly funny.
