One of the greatest things about being Pasha's mom is that I always have my best friend with me.
Yes, sometimes I am sick of having him constantly attached to my body or looking for my attention, but at the same time he is my favorite companion. I am determined to take advantage of this as much as possible before he decides that I'm not cool enough to spend time with. Last week mom and I took him to SAFF and Saturday we took him to his first book signing.
Recently I have rediscovered my love of cooking, mostly thanks to Vivian Howard. Vivian is the star of A Chef's Life, a public television program all about her life and restaurant in Eastern North Carolina. Last month she published a gorgeous cook book and this weekend her book tour brought her to my favorite local indie book store, Page 158 Books.
Mom is also a big fan, so we bought our cookbooks and tickets right away, and eagerly awaited the signing. Thank God the weather has turned because there were over 200 tickets sold and the line was LONG.
When Vivian arrived you would have thought a rock star had shown up. People started screaming as she got out of the car. There was a band outside who played her in. The excitement was sky high. We didn't even care that we stood in line for almost two hours, and Pasha was a trooper.
I felt so silly when we finally got to the table because I couldn't think of anything to say. This woman's work has helped me find new ways to enjoy being a stay at home mom, which while wonderful can be very monotonous at times, and I can't find a way to put my gratitude into words fast enough. "Hey, thanks to you I'm going to try cooking shrimp for the first time this week" just doesn't seem quite right.
For her part, Vivian was very gracious. She thanked us for coming and standing so long holding a baby. Every person who came through the line got a personalized autograph and a picture. I cannot imagine how much we all began to blend together, but she made us feel welcome and valued. It was a lot of fun and quite the baby's first book signing.
Now, to go tackle that shrimp.