Joy: Day 11

So, techincally, this post should have been written last night.  BUT, I stayed up much too late for my pregnant self (past 10 p.m.) to finish the last book of a series that I have been reading for YEARS. 

I first found the Betsy-Tacy series the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college.  I was working full-time as a receptionist in a relatively quiet office on BYU campus.  I wasn't taking any classes and needed something productive to fill my time.  Someone suggested I try that series--so I headed to the children's section of the good ol' HBLL and checked it out, (along with several Louisa May Alcott books).  At the time, I didn't realize that the Betsy-Tacy series was more than the first couple of books.  I loved what I read and decided right then that I was going to have those books in my home one day.  Sure enough, now that I have 2 girls, I am slowly but surely acquiring the set.

Finishing the series brought me joy.  I loved following the characters through their lives and FINALLY finding out where they all end up.  I have often been in awe of authors.  Creating a story line, with multiple characters, and multiple twists and turns requires quite a bit of talent.  Therefore, I also find joy in the talents of others--especially when they're good enough to keep me up, enthralled in the world they've created.