Breathe, just breathe.
Let this be a comfort to you: Your story matters.
A desire of some good, accompanied with at least a slight expectation of obtaining it, or a belief that it is obtainable.
Here in my family, and in my home, I am right where I belong!
Is there room in your yoke for my shoulder?
Why do you write?
Nothing worthwhile comes without a fair amount of effort.
Be not afraid, for the book is not yours, but God's.
If my book is my baby, then this is my baby shower, and you are all invited.
Whether you find my verse to be in season or out of season, it is actually motivated by much more than a wistful recollection of cooler days.