Post originally published at UnderMuchGrace.com June 2010 as :
My First Entry in my Quivering Daughters Diary
Embarking on the Journey through Hillary McFarland's New Work
I started out the day and kept checking the door to make sure that the "UPS man" had not escaped my attention, and maybe he came and left my book at the door without knocking. Hopeful that my book might arrive yesterday, I checked the UPS tracking number that I'd received from the bookseller by email. It was in Pennsylvania at 7:36AM , at least a ten hour drive away at that point, so I was sure that it would not arrive that day. (I was excited and obsessed enough to actually go to the UPS website to see where the book was. Am I nutz? Rhetorical question.. Please don't send me emails. We already know.)
I'd made several trips down the stairs to check my doorway for the book by the time the knock came! The only time I've ever been this excited about something coming in the mail has been when I received my Nursing Board results in the summer of '86, and I kissed the mailman when I opened the letter! I also watched the mail like a hawk for my engagement ring that my husband sent via regular post from half-way across the country in '88. (He didn't insure it, and it took over a week to arrive.) Rather than kiss the UPS man today, to express my excitement and gratitude, I gave him a pretty little gift box of Choxie candy that I'd picked up at Target (on clearance, of course ;).
I’d called Hillary on the phone, as we’d arranged in advance to open our packages while we had each other on the phone, acting like excited, silly school girls.











