Thursday, April 28, 2016

The Universe, Angels, and Me

Sometimes the universe sends you signs.

I've had two recently.

Yesterday's made me laugh.

In Risking Ruin Trip gives Marisa the nickname Runner Girl. After a day of slogging through my day job, the car parked next to mine in the deck had this sticker!



I laughed aloud.  A great big belly laugh.  I need to write more.

My third book is going slowly, which brings me to the second sign.  

My little boy was born in Janaury.

He's as sweet as pie and growing like a weed.  And prevented me from writing for three months.  No complaints.

My heart has never been so full of love.

A few weeks ago, I had the clearest dream.

Of my mother-in-law, who died a little over 9 years ago.

In fact, I don't think it was a dream.

She came into my bedroom, looking how she did in pictures when my husband was a child -- her wavy carrot colored hair and slightly bohemian outfits.

She looked at my children, who were in bed with me.  The newest was nursing.  And she told me how happy she was.  How happy she was for the children and how happy she was for my husband, her only child.



Was it real?

It was absolutely real to me.

And I pray that she continues to be pleased and happy and that one day, long in the future, she'll get to hold her grandbabies.

I also know that she'd get a huge kick out of my writing steamy romances.  It would embarrass my husband immensely, but she and I adored making him squirm.  So off to writing my books that embarass my husband!  The universe has decreed it be so.