On my 37th birthday, I received the best birthday present ever. My husband surprised me with a book of my own work. In secret, he took what he considered to be the best of eight years' worth of my blog posts, had them professionally copy edited, and made them into a book, complete with a foreword, blurbs from writers I admire, a beautiful cover, and an ISBN number. When he presented to me on the morning of my birthday, I was, for possibly the first time in my life, speechless.