But Joy Cometh in the Morning

9:00 PM

The year was 1927. Two kids fell in love and against all the odds, decided to make something wonderful together. They were Annie and Carl Brown. He was a law student at the University of Michigan. She was his wife. He was twenty, she was eighteen. With a little hard work, some good luck and the karma that comes from being good to all people, they put something together that lasted a life time. They became parents and Carl became a lawyer.

 Love really is enough.

This is the plot of the book. Thee book. The book I give to everyone. The book I tell anyone, friend or stranger, you must read this. It will change you. I think that anyone who is a reader has the book. Thee book. The one that changed them forever.

I have many of thee books: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. I Know This Much is True by Wally Lamb. The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck. Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich. Joy in the Morning by Betty Smith.

Are there lessons that only writers can teach you? Lives, however fictional, that you only reach if you read about them in a book? I'm not eighteen, I'm not married and I'm not a mother. And I don't know anyone who is any of those things all at once. I can't feel that life, get to know it and understand it because it is not mine. But Annie, sweet, naive, loving Annie, thanks to Betty Smith, told me: this is what love is.

My life is evolving into something that I have only read about. A life that belongs inside fiction. Something wonderful. I cannot yet be specific because appropriate action must first be taken, but incredible things are happening.

I will turn twenty-four in less than two weeks.
There will be a wedding in the fall.
I have accepted something entirely unexpected, yet a wonderful surprise.
I thought it couldn't get better, but it has.

There have been days in my life when the highlight of my night was pulling out a pint of ice cream and picking out all chunks of brownie and cookie dough. Lately, I spend my time wandering around my neighborhood, led by the puppy that makes me laugh and gives me joy, thinking about how perfectly things have worked out. I always believed that if you work very hard and were kind to everyone, great things would happen. I had no idea that it was anything more than a theory until now. I have worked hard and I have tried to be considerate and respectful to all and now I have to create a new list of of things to wish and hope for all the old things miraculously happened.

I so love Annie and Carl Brown, but I'm writing a entirely different book with my life and I have this feeling--this indescribable feeling--that the book my life is creating is going to be the book. Thee book.

You have to read this. It will change your life.

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