Stained Glass Window
My dream was in my hand. I couldn't believe it. I read the letter again. The novel was being picked up. I stared at the stained glass window I had installed a year earlier in my office and whispered 'thank you'. Since ordering and having the stained glass installed, I had sensed a different level of inspiration with my writing and the proof of where it had taken me was in my hands.
I called my friends and family and a dinner was set up later that weekend. These people had believed in me and I owed them all a gratitude of thanks. I looked at my best friend's husband and told him thanks again for suggesting the stained glass as it played a small but riveting part in the novel.
Years of putting aside my dream to happily raise my family had brought me more blessings than the novel ever could. But knowing now that I was leaving something behind for my children and grandchildren to come was a dream come true. After the dinner party that night, I went into my office and made a toast to that stained glass window. Then, as inspiration once more took over, I turned to my computer and began a new story.
