The other day I got the best compliment on my blog. The best EVER. I cannot say how much I loved getting this compliment. Even if someone gave me a Pulitzer prize for what they thought was a creative turn of phrase on my little corner of the world wide web, I would not mean 1/10 of what this compliment mean to me. Even if I started getting the crazy style following of Dooce or Wonkette or any of the other well-read blogs, it would never compare to this.
In an email from my mom:
I was talking with Grandpa this morning and he was chuckling about your blog. He told me that he reads your blog all the time. He thinks you should be a journalist or a writer. He loves you and thinks the world of you. In his eyes you can do anything.
Nice, huh? I wish everyone in the world could get this kind of love and support from their families.