I have my book and it is beautiful

I just got home from Chicago and walked in to find fruits and champagne and flowers waiting for me along with my cookbook nestled in between, displayed waiting for me, like a child with their arms open wide.  My guy came home with our friend Carmela and I opened it.  I can't yet describe the feeling. It is really here, all the work, the tears and pain, the doubts and the hopes, and now it is here.  I can't stop touching it and honestly I just finished holding it against my chest like a child and it is sitting beside me here at the desk and I am so acutely aware of it.  I want to just keep touching it.  It is perfect.  Amazing.  And still somehow unreal.  It hasn't really sunk in yet.  But to see my guy's face, so happy for me and proud, and Carmela so touched by it, it is really an amazing feeling.  It is my first.  Nothing will ever be like this again.