My daughter texted me this morning and I responded.
10:13 My book proposal was rejected yesterday. Feeling discouraged
10:14 Really? Did you just find out? What was the feedback they gave you? I’m sorry to hear that mom. Don’t give up
10:15 Just a standard rejection letter. No feedback
10:17 That’s hard. It would be nice if they gave you some sort of feedback as to why? What’s your next plan?
10:17 Not sure
10:18 You sound really down
10:19 You in Beaverton?
10:19 What are you doing?
10:21 Oh OK. You gonna be home all day? I’ll call you when I’m done school?
10:21 OK. Talk to you later
12:25 Tried to call. Where are you?
12:35 On the phone with Linda. I will call you after
12:40 I HEAR SOMEONE ON THE FRONT PORCH. THE FRONT DOOR OPENS.
It was my daughter! She had jumped in the car and driven from Peterborough to Beaverton, with a bouquet of flowers. She wanted to cheer me up.
The two of us had tears in our eyes. Danae told me that she was crying in the car, just thinking of surprising me. We spent the afternoon together, cuddled under blankets, talking about this, that and everything else.
I was so touched. Danae made my day.
It’s exactly what I needed.