I happily hollered the news down the hall to alert my sleeping boys, and got a solitary response from my grumpy 7-year-old: “KEEP IT DOWN, PLEASE.”
I’d love to tell you that we’re spending the day celebrating with barrels of champagne and lounging by our (non-existent) pool. But Henry already left for work, and I’m tending to Big-O, who’s on the couch with a sore throat. (I’m making a big pot of bone broth, so if you meander over to our house today, bring a cup and I’ll fill it up.)
I’m incredibly grateful—not just for the nomination, but also for everything else in my life. After walking Lil-O to school, I gave thanks while savoring a warm mug of homemade matcha latte (my recipe’s under development—but stay tuned!).
It’ll be a while before you can wipe this silly grin off my face.1