Tomorrow is the day. I get to share my mother's story with probably the hardest audience in the world - children. :)

Tomorrow's children are members of a reading club that meet at the Woodlands Regional Library and I'm really looking forward to reading them the words that had swum in my head and in my dreams for the longest time.

(I literally dreamed up some of the sentences in the book, and those dreams were a godsend; they helped me untangle my thoughts and came out the way I meant them.)

I don't know if the words I wrote would still sound the same to me when I read them out loud tomorrow but I do know that whatever they sound like, they hold part of what makes me, me.

And that should help with my nervousness.

Oh boy, I hope so. :)