A week ago I sat down to write out my mother’s story. I called her to verify a few details, and wrote, deleted, wrote, deleted some more, and finished the post. With the same fluttering heart I have felt from day one of this blog adventure, I pressed “publish” and sent out her story for all of you to read. I then submitted it to the writing contest.
I was checking the results of that contest today and found out that my post was picked as one of the 6 finalists.
I quickly e-mailed my husband to share the good news. After that, I thought through how I could share with all of you. The deal is, you get to vote which post should win. It is a hard choice, too! All the submissions were wonderful!
In the end, this is what I came up with. Me, my words, and a request.
In your spare time (what is that again?), would you click on over here and vote for me? That is, if you think it’s the best post. There is a poll over on the side bar–mine is the first entry (Little Miracles). You have until Friday to cast your vote!
That is all.
How do you end a post like this? Shall I tell you that I’m hyperventilating over asking you? Well, I am. I think I’ll just hit publish before I chicken out…