I am sooo kicking myself. I had this awesome book launch party yesterday, it was SO much fun, TONS of people came (well, 25, but for me that's tons) and did I take a single photograph? Noooooo. Did I remember my camera? Yes. Did I even comment to people at one point, "Oh my gosh! I need to get my camera out and get some pictures!" Yes. Did I actually do this? No. Blast. I'm so into the whole scrapbooking thing now, but I'm making it really hard on myself but not getting pictures!
The party, though, really was great. I'm not the best party-thrower. I never estimate correctly the amount of food, I'm not good at mingling and end up spending too much time with one group and not enough with another, and I think I lack that hostess gene that makes people think, "Oh good! Alison's throwing a party! We simply must attend!" But for once, I think I pulled it off okay. (It was really funny, though: at one point I realized everyone had totally segregated into "church friends" and "work friends" and "old church friends" and that my worlds were definitely NOT colliding. In fact, they were doing an excellent job of avoiding each other.)
If nothing else, this past week of pain and joy has shown me that I have a lot of people in my life that support me. I've no doubt that the line will be practically out the door when I do my book signing in April, because everyone wants to make an impression on the bookstore patrons, as well as make sure I am not sitting there alone like an idiot. And I can't even begin to count the emails and cards I've gotten from people showing sympathy for our miscarriage. I'm so blessed. Thanks everyone. :)
And so we come to the end…
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