I brought coffee to Daisy at precisely 7:00 AM, just like every weekday morning. As I rounded the corner into our bedroom, I could see Max working on the Mac. I squinted my eyes, and peered across the room at the little red dot resting just at the bottom of the little blue mail icon.
No big deal, there’s always a little red dot, resting just at the bottom of the little blue icon. And I’ve been checking that red dot compulsively, every time it’s colored the dock for a good six weeks, ever since we sent our first query.
Most often, it’s Apple telling me about the newest version of the ipod, or something else equally frivolous. Only the tiniest part of my heart even dared to hope that it had anything to do with our now two week old query to the second agent.
That tiniest part of my heart thudded, then exploded.
I opened the e-mail, and saw the agent’s name staring at me from the sender field. It was only a few sentences, but that’s all I needed to make my entire week (and maybe the next one too).
The e-mail said, thank you for your query, and for allowing the agency the opportunity to evaluate your work. It is being seriously considered.
Yes. That’s all I wanted.
I’d be foolish to think that everything will just magically fall into place overnight. And honestly, I wouldn’t want it to. Life is an adventure, this is all part of it, and I want to enjoy every second. The agency we’ve queried, only took on five new clients last year, and they get three hundred submissions per week.
The odds are not in our favor.
But it only takes one yes; I want to know we’re making progress. This morning’s email did that for me.
Life’s significant moments need to stop colliding with such unrelenting regularity. 
