I stood over the lady at the printing shop like an expectant father waiting for his first child to be born. Point. Click. Yes, that one. No, another format, please. Skip. I’ll put on my glasses to double check if she’s in the right place. Breathe. Exhale. Of course I’ll double check to see if all the chapters are there. Oops! Where’s Chapter 14? I don’t mind waiting. How many pages? Do you take credit cards? Perfect. I walked out to my truck carrying my baby. Could it be more beautiful? Now what?