I have never really understood crying tears of joy till this moment.
I don't think people really understand the relationship between a writer
and their notebook, but for the past few nights my notebook has been missing.
Tonight I entered full on panic attack mode while on the search to find it.
I cleaned my room, car, the entire house all on the search for a two subject
five star, Teal with pink and purple flowers and of course two pockets. Finally I reached a breaking point at 3am I had to get my book back flash light in hand
mother now wide awake styled in my ratty old pajamas I headed back out to my car
and there on what felt like the millionth time checking I found my notebook,
wedge under my drivers seat stuck in the chairs mechanics as I pulled it out from
it's hiding place I checked it like a parent checks a new born child for fingers and toes; spiral not bent, pages not ripped cover still attached and tears began to flow.
I have now cried tears of joy.
H.
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