Sometimes a ceremony is in order.
Of course when you've got a day filled with soccer practices, play dates, cookie baking, dinner making, and homework, sometimes even a ceremony can fall by the wayside.
My contract came in the mail today from Levine Greenberg and I resolved when I opened the package that I'd wait for my family to get home before I signed it. In my mind I had visions of brass bands and confetti; bouqets of colorful balloons floating into the sky.
Obviously that's not how things went.
So what if I didn't get around to doing my makeup or fixing my hair. It wouldn't have seemed right to have my family standing around me in three piece suits and evening gowns. Pajamas and clean, damp hair were fine with me.
Maybe we didn't paint our faces in tribal war paint like Morgan had hoped, or covered our bodies in our favorite words like I'd suggested, but it still felt like something special.