I will celebrate.
I will celebrate that I have a house with things to make it messy,
that I have a waist, even after three kids (never mind the butt and thighs),
that that sun is shining and it's the perfect temperature outside.
I will celebrate that an agent said my partial was wonderful and that she'd love to read the rest. It is enough that she said so, even if nothing comes of it.
Today I will celebrate getting four people bathed, dressed, and out the door by eight o'clock.
Today I will celebrate my children's smiles and laughter, especially in the rush of morning.
Today I will remember that the little things are enough. And that I am enough.
And you are enough.