Today, my five-year-old little girl asked, "Momma, you wrote two whole books, right?"
She tucked her little arm under mine, pulling it to her chest. Her gaze met mine as she waited patiently for my response. Smiling down at her, I responded, "Yes, baby. Momma wrote two books, and now she's working on her third."
She sat for a minute, and I could tell there was more she wanted to say. It was my turn to wait, but after a few minutes, she still hadn't said a word.
Suddenly, she held her hand up...
