My new book, DESTINED HEARTS will be released with Alinar Publishing on February 24th. I'm very excited about the release of this book! It's the first original story I ever tried my hand at and has taken me close to 5 years to complete. These characters led me down a path I wasn't expecting and they told me clearly, that the story was theirs to tell…not mine.

I've posted the summary and the first chapter for you. Details on the contest I'm running at after the excerpt. Enjoy!!




Destined Hearts by Lily Graison

A love that transcends time. A Passion that couldn't be denied.

Caitlyn Edwards has lived her life between two worlds. One...in the hustle and bustle of modern day Boston, where she spends her days taking care of her widowed father and helping him run their small auto repair shop. The other...in the arms of a man she only sees in her dreams. Her nights are filled with promises of a love so passionate, she's spent the last fifteen years trying to find out who he is.


William Davenport is a man torn between duty and what he wants. He's led a life only the privileged and very rich can afford, but his controlling father still feels the need to dictate his every move. A chance encounter with Caitlyn triggers dreams of a life he can't remember living and soon a woman he can't seem to forget, starts to invade his every day world.


Will Caitlyn and William discover their past in time to change their future? Will the mistakes of years gone by repeat themselves? Or will a love once denied be reunited?



Prologue


The minute Olivia saw Mr. Holland's horse trot down the wooded path, she knew her future with Daniel would never be. The mayor said he'd never allow her to be with his son and it looked like he was about to prove his point.

She panicked when he neared her. The mayor's most trusted servant scared her. His eyes were cold and dispassionate. This man cared for nothing or no one beside himself. What he planned to do now terrified her.

She glanced behind her to the path Daniel always traveled. Why wasn't he there yet? His note said to be here at sunset.

She turned her attention back to Mr. Holland, straightened her spine and met his gaze head on. The look on his face was stoic when he pulled the reins on his horse and stopped by the stream.

He sat high upon his horse and stared at her for a second before he reached into his coat pocket and pulled a revolver from the dark fabric. Olivia's eyes widened, her heart racing in fear when he lifted it and aimed it at her.

The birds singing in the trees vanish. The bright path of sunlight streaking through the canopied treetops dimmed. The beautiful area she and Daniel spent their time turned dark in a matter of minutes.

No more would this be a refuge but a place of death.

Hers.


* * * *


Daniel raced toward the forest. His horse panted for breath, its movement's jerky. He pushed the animal harder to get to Olivia. Fear laced his body for her safety while his father's words replayed over and over again in his mind.

He knew his father was an evil man. The lengths in which he'd gone, to keep a hold on his life, made him realize what a monster he really was.

Deception in the foulest way possible had been planned and carried out without his knowledge. His future with Olivia would never be. His father wouldn't allow it, just as he'd said.

Daniel's fear grew with each passing moment. He needed to reach her in time. Mr. Holland would be nothing, if not cruel.

When the clearing came into view; he knew he was too late. Mr. Holland sat upon his horse and Daniel's body turned cold when he saw him.

A lone shot from a gun rang throughout the forest and his horse jerked to a stop. It reared up and threw him from its back. He screamed out Olivia's name as he hit the ground.

The gunman turned and rode off when Daniel climbed to his feet. He watched Olivia's body sink to the ground. He ran to her and saw her eyes flutter then close.

She blinked up at him when he lifted her body and a pained smile curved her lips. Daniel's tears already clouded his vision.

She lifted her hand and laid it on his cheek. "I will always love you, Daniel Turner," she whispered. "Forever."

"Please don't leave me," Daniel cried. He placed soft kisses across her face and held her to him. Her large brown eyes were unfocused and the sparkle he always saw there faded. "I love you Olivia, please don't leave me here."

"I will always be with you, Daniel."

He kissed her cheeks, his lips fluttering across her skin. When her hand slipped from his face, Daniel watched her eyes close.

He cried into her hair when he heard her whisper "always" and her body fell limp in his arms. He clutched her to him, inhaled the soft fragrance of flowers present on her skin and screamed out his pain.

Without her, he was nothing. She was the only thing in the world that mattered to him, and with her death, she took his soul.



Chapter 1


Present Day – Boston

Caitlyn Edwards screamed and slammed her fist down to stop the offensive noise pulling her from sleep. She heard the plastic crack, the noise stopped and everything went quiet.

She peeked one eye open, the lights blinked on her now ruined alarm clock and dimmed before going black. She heard her father laugh from the door.

"So, how many does that make now?" he asked.

"I've lost count." She sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes and yawned.

"Well, until you learn to push the snooze button instead of beating on it, you can count on replacing those clocks."

"Yeah, yeah. Go start the coffee." She smiled at him when he walked away. He whistled an old tune; his usual cheerful morning mood made her feel more retched. She hated mornings. Always had.

Pushing the blankets away, she crawled from bed and stretched. She yawned again then slipped her bedroom shoes on and made her way to the kitchen.

The day started like every other. The sun greeted her when she stepped into the kitchen of their small two-bedroom apartment. She blinked to try and block the light and let her eyes adjust.

The brewed coffee smelled warm and inviting. She yawned and opened the refrigerator. "What would you like?"

"Toast is fine."

Caitlyn turned her head to him and lifted one eyebrow. She stared at him when he reached into the cabinet for their mugs. "You know I`m not going to send you off to play with those old fogies with nothing but toast on your stomach."

"They`re not old fogies," he laughed. "They`re all my age. Are you saying I`m old?"

"No, daddy. You`re as spry as--well, a spry thing. Eggs okay?"

"Eggs are fine, Caitlyn."

She reached into the refrigerator and pulled the egg carton out. She saw her father out of the corner of her eye. He was staring at her. She turned to look at him as he walked to the table and sat down. "Something on your mind?"

"No," Jack said. "Why?"

"Because you were giving me that look."

Jack smiled. "You look tired. Can I not worry about my only daughter?"

"That was more than a worry look. That was a `what's wrong with her' look."

"There you go again, letting your imagination get the best of you. Did you not sleep well?"

"As good as any other."

"More dreams?"

"When do I not have them?" Caitlyn grabbed a bowl, cracking the eggs into it and gave them a good whisk. "It wasn't that bad, this time."

"Oh? Anything you want to share?"

She glanced at him and grinned. "Uh, that would be a big fat no."

"So your mystery man made another appearance last night then?"

Caitlyn flushed as she recalled her latest dream. The mysterious man who haunted her dreams revealed himself to her.

For years, her dreams were the same. A man invaded her dreams, confessing his love and vowing to never leave her. His voice was melodic to her ears and his hands were strong. She felt a connection to him unlike anyone she knew in her life. He made her feel loved and cherished.

Her dream man only had one fault. His face was void of any characteristics.

Well, until last night.

Bright, piercing blue eyes met hers for the first time. Her breath caught in her throat thinking about him. The sound of his voice, the way he'd looked at her and the way she felt wrapped in his arms was beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

In her dreams, she felt truly loved, and the dream last night had been completely different from any she'd had before.

Feather light kisses turned passionate. Every sweep of his lips seared her flesh. The gentle stroke of his hand raised the hair on her arms even now as she recalled the vivid dream. She felt her cheeks burn hotter at the memories.

"Must have been some dream," Jack chuckled. "Are you sure you don't want to give the sleep therapist another try?"

Caitlyn snapped out of her thoughts at her father's voice. She turned and looked behind her. "Did you say something?"

Jack laughed, unfolding his morning paper. "I asked about the sleep clinic. Just wondering if you wanted to give it another try?"

"We've already been over this," Caitlyn said, returning to their breakfast. "That Doctor is a quack."

"He might have been onto something, Caitie."

Caitlyn shook her head. "I spent two months going to the clinic, daddy, and the best explanation anyone could come up with was reincarnation? I might want to make sense of the dreams, but even I'm not thick enough to believe that one. Besides, Dr. Shoemaker would have told me anything to keep me coming back to his clinic and giving him our money."

"I can get the money, sweetheart."

Caitlyn turned at her father's soft-spoken voice. Her bad mood, from being pulled from her dream world, vanished.

She smiled while looking at him. His salt and pepper hair had thinned a lot in the past few years. He was still the same stocky man he'd always been, but fuller around the middle. Wrinkles now gave his face a worried, used look people sometimes get when they aged. He was the only thing in the world that mattered to her. He was her life. He was all she had.

He tried hard to give her everything and he worked every waking minute to do just that. Even spending every dime they had to try and help her with the dreams.

Turning back to the stove, Caitlyn removed the pan from the heat, turning the stovetop off and filling the two plates beside her.

She sat their plates on the table and took her seat, deciding to change the subject. "So, what do we have lined up for today?"

"Well, Peterson's old Buick is due to come back in, but I don't want you down there."

Caitlyn looked up in surprise. "What? Why not?"

"You don't need to come down there today, Caitie. Maggie will be here this evening and she said the new hours you will be working were long. You'll need your rest before starting tonight. I can handle the shop today."

Caitlyn groaned out loud at the mention of her new job. She wondered for the thousandth time why she let her best friend talk her in to it. If they weren't desperate for the money, she'd never stoop so low as to be cleaning up after rich, snotty businessmen.

"Jesse will be there this morning," Jack said. "It's not like we have a ton of stuff to do anyway. We'll be fine. Everything is under control."

"Daddy, you know I don't mind helping you out," Caitlyn said, looking up from her breakfast. "And I'm a far better mechanic than Jesse ever dreamed of being. He can barely walk and talk at the same time."

Jack laughed. "Well, let's see how tonight goes and if you feel like helping out tomorrow, then you can come down."

Caitlyn sighed and wondered if she could get him to change his mind. He jumped at the opportunity to get her out of the garage, saying a proper lady had no business there; no matter how much they loved it but she knew he needed the help.

"I'm not a little girl anymore," she said. "I'm twenty-eight years old. I can't see myself doing anything other than helping you. Besides, you can't afford to hire anyone. The last equipment purchase wiped us out. You can't do it all by yourself."

"I know, Caitie."

Caitlyn frowned. The business was everything to him. He built it from the ground up right after she was born and now, with fancy cars littering the roads with onboard computers, their little business suffered. The equipment to fix the newer cars was expensive and buying what they needed to keep their little garage current left them near penniless. It would take years to pay off the debt.

She sighed and took a bite of her breakfast. He wasn't going to budge. She could tell by the set of his jaw and the look in his eye. He wanted her out of the garage, plain and simple.

Like it or not, come nightfall, she'd be a new member of the working elite.


* * * *


Caitlyn parked her bike and killed the engine of the fully restored motorcycle. She stood and removed her helmet, peeking into the garage bay to see where her father was. It was a little after three in the evening and as usual, he was up to his elbows in motor oil.

She walked in, ducking down so he wouldn't see her. It didn't work of course. He saw her moments after stepping inside the building.

She tried to not roll her eyes when he started yelling at her for not resting. She listened to him rant, nodding when appropriate but his words fell on deaf ears the minute she spotted the sleek, powder blue roadster resting in the bay.

Walking toward the workbench, she placed her helmet down without looking and stood there staring at it.

"She's a beaut', isn't she?" Jesse asked her smiling.

"Understatement of the year," Caitlyn grinned. "Do you have any idea what this is?"

"Uh, a really old car," Jesse joked.

Caitlyn looked up at Jesse and rolled her eyes. He smiled at her, the innocent look on his face amusing her but he was anything but innocent. His large green eyes held the mischief he never failed to find. His gangly, six foot tall frame was thin and even though he was close to thirty, he didn't look a day over twenty-two. A head full of wild blonde curls fell over his ears and his boyish smile caused her to smile in return.

"You're such a dork, Jesse." Caitlyn shook her head and looked back down at the car. She laid her hand on the hood, touching the sleek machine with a light stroke. She drank in the smooth lines, letting her eyes roam over every surface. She was grinning ear to ear when she turned back to Jesse. "This, my friend, is a '65 Corvette Sting Ray."

Jesse shifted his weight and nodded his head. "I knew that."

"No you didn't," she said, glancing up at him.

"Yeah well, I don't get off on cars like you do," Jesse said, shrugging his shoulders.

Caitlyn walked around the car, peeking inside the window. It was a two-seater with black leather interior. The upholstery was in pristine condition. The odometer read thirty-seven thousand miles and she grinned before standing up straight. She inspected the roof, noticing it was a hard top convertible.

She looked to the front of the car, wondering what was under the hood when Jesse said, "Go ahead, you know you want to."

Caitlyn ran to the front of the car and popped the hood open. A dreamy smile covered her face as she took in the engine. She sighed while looking at it. "Man what I wouldn't give to be behind the wheel of this thing. It has a 425 Big Block."

Jesse laughed. "Now who's being a dork?"

"Shut up," Caitlyn grinned. "So, why is this here?"

"I brought it in. It broke down on the freeway and I happened to be in the right place at the right time. The owner saw me and flagged me down."

"No way!"

Jesse laughed. "Yeah. The guy was standing on the side of the road, cussing up a storm. His briefcase was lying in the middle of the road and papers were flying everywhere. I wish you could have seen it."

"Any clue what's wrong with it?"

Jesse nodded his head and walked to her side, looking down at the motor. "Not real sure, but my guess is the engine is locked up."

"What makes you think so?"

"This." Jesse pulled out the dipstick and held up the bone-dry oil gage.

"You have got to be kidding me," Caitlyn said, shaking her head in disgust. "Who in the hell buys a $150,000.00 classic car and doesn't put oil in it! I swear rich people are the dumbest creatures walking the earth."

She reached inside, checking the oil reserve and snorted in disgust. "I mean HELLO…flashing red light that says oil should be a good indication something needs to be done. Just goes to show you," she said before straightening, "money doesn't buy everything. Sure it'll get you a classic car, but it won't buy you brains."

Jesse snorted a laugh, tapping her on the arm. She leaned down over the motor.

Another tap on the arm from Jesse followed by a series of coughs as he cleared his throat caused her to look up. He was trying too hard to get her attention. She turned her head to him and said, "what."

The look on his face puzzled her. She raised an eyebrow at him when he glanced over her shoulder several times, looking between her and the spot right over her shoulder. His face held an amused look. His eyes were wide and imploring and he kept looking behind her at something. When he covered his mouth with his hand and coughed out the word, "behind you" and nodded his head to the office door, Caitlyn gasped. "Shit," she said as she closed her eyes. "The owner's standing right behind me, aren`t they?" she whispered.

Jesse grinned and nodded his head. The look on his face told her he was trying to not laugh.

Caitlyn swallowed the lump forming in her throat and took a deep breath of air. She put a smile on her face before turning around.

"So, do you think it can be fixed? Seeing how stupid I am for letting it get this bad."

Caitlyn froze. A man stood in the doorway, his business suit looked more expensive than her entire wardrobe. He pushed off the doorframe he'd been leaning on and she was mesmerized watching him cross the room to stop in front of her. He stood a good six-foot tall with thick black hair. He was smiling at her and no matter how refined he looked; nothing held her attention like his eyes.

The bluest eyes she'd ever seen met hers and her breath caught at the sight of him. The world around her slowed down before crawling to a stop. Tingles raced up her spine and her heart rate increased.

An onslaught of images invaded her mind. A dewy meadow and a forest with sun-dappled trees ghosted across her memory. The sound of his voice, low and husky in her ear, the feel of his hands on her skin and the weight of his body pressed against hers. Soft kisses and gentle caresses caused her cheeks to flush.

She'd seen this man before...in her dreams.

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Contest:

I'm giving away 4 eBook copies of this book. The contest will run until February 22nd and the winners announced on February 23rd. Since my story deals with reincarnation, the contest will center around that theme.

The contest is simple...I want to know if you had been reincarnated (or have been *grin*) who were you in a past life. Were you someone important? Did you live an adventurous life? Were you Elvis? Answers will be seen ONLY by me. There's a writer in all of us so use your imagination and entertain me!

All you have to do to enter is email me at lily.graison@gmail.com (subject line: Contest) with your answer. I'll pick 4 names randomly out of all entries received. Winners will be notified by email so please, leave a valid email address. Good Luck!!

Just say'n, y'all, Lily did the one word rule to keep me from writing a saga on here....:) I copied and pasted so I may have missed something lol.



Yourself: distracted
Your boyfriend/girlfriend (spouse): Home
Your hair: messy
Your mother: sweet
Your father: passed
Your Favorite Item: notebook
Your dream last night: none
Your Favorite drink: coffee
Your Dream Car: Classic Mustang
The room you are in: Bedroom
Your Ex: (?)
Your fear: heights
What you want to be in 10 years?: Alive
Who you hung out with last night?: Characters
What You're Not? Self-centered
Muffins: Bananna nut
One of Your Wish List Items: Kitchen
Time: Flys
The Last Thing You Did: Pour coffee
What You Are Wearing: sweats.
Your Favorite Weather: Fall
your Favorite Book: The Bible
The Last Thing You Ate: Tuna sub
Your Life: chaos
Your Mood: Distracted
Your best friend: Tina
What are you thinking about right now? WIP
Your car: Bronco II
Your summer: Nice
Your relationship status: Married
What is on your TV? Tennis
What is the weather like?: Rain/snow
When is the last time you laughed?: Today
who you hung out with last night?: Characters

I found this little questions meme and thought I'd post it. The rules state all answers must be ONE word. No exceptions. If you'd like to play along, you can copy/paste your answers in the comments.


Yourself: tired.
Your boyfriend/girlfriend (spouse): working.
Your hair: long.
Your mother: home.
Your father: crazy.
Your Favorite Item: computer.
Your dream last night: weird.
Your Favorite drink: sundrop.
Your Dream Car: Jaguar.
The room you are in: bedroom.
Your Ex: bald.
Your fear: drowning.
What you want to be in 10 years?: alive.
Who you hung out with last night?: co-workers.
What You're Not?: content.
Muffins: blueberry.
One of Your Wish List Items: laptop.
Time: more.
The Last Thing You Did: read.
What You Are Wearing: sweats.
Your Favorite Weather: warm.
Your Favorite Book: Warprize.
The Last Thing You Ate: cookie.
Your Life: hectic.
Your Mood: calm.
Your best friend: Sis.
What are you thinking about right now?: this.
Your car: Chrysler.
Your summer: short.
Your relationship status: good.
What is on your TV?: nothing.
What is the weather like?: cold.
When is the last time you laughed?: tonight.

Hi All,

We figured we should introduce our weekly ushers. They'll be hanging around in case you need an extra pair hands. This guy is very versatile and skilled at all sorts of useful things. We're calling him Tasty Tuesday. He picked the name himself :) Feel free to ask him why. When the word went out we were looking for ushers/escorts for our writers blog, well, they heard the word romance and lined up for blocks.

We're still going through the elimination process, Lily seems to think this should be done just right, so she's doing the um....interviews. Although I do wonder why the guys are sweating when she lets them out of the interview room?

Make him feel welcome and keep him company, ladies. I promised him you'd all treat him real good.

Hello all. I am a writer behind many pen names, and I'll answer to any of them. :) I've been writing most of my life, but to narrow it down, I've been on line ten years in the writing loops. I was on the Harly boards for several years as (EvieMac) and did my stint with critique partners and learning the print world, which was all that I was aware of then . I had written something like 20 books, some 400 pages long before I got in the loops, most of which will remain under the bed buried forever, as they should. The short version is, after going through the boot camp of learning to write a query and synops, being on boards with editors and doing that whole wake up call new writers do when they realize the Industry is tough, despite all the how to books you read and how connected you think you are over the years, you don't know zip about anything really. I'm going to mention though that some 24 years ago I submitted to St. Martin's press and got a request for the whole manuscript. Ufort, I started another job, was working a full and part time, plus with the kids, I never responded and like so many writers with demands on their real life, I put writing behind me, other than reading obsessively, buying research books and RT, still belonging to RWA, for many long years. I missed my boat, or so I thought :)

Anyway, kids grew up, we moved 400 miles, I turned 40... I joined the harly boards. My first query read like the dead sea scrolls. Thankfully some published authors were around and many gave me advice, help-- and slaps up side the head when I needed it. I got that first and only R back, as I should have, considering it must have been torture to read for the editor, because a query at the most is 100 words- by then I'd gotten all sorts of mercy thrown on me by savvy ladies in the publishing world, and thus I set out for the next three to not submit anything until I had studied the craft and learned more about how to write/publish. Fast forward and I was knee deep in crit partners, anywhere from 17 to a group of three. An agent while I was on a board one day said "enough already!" get out there and find your voice, take the risks again. In other words jump out of the nest.

Many of my partners became close on line pals, who were published in e books while still subbing to New York. (I'll gleefully pimp them when they give me permission lol, because they are all published in NY houses now! Those laides Rock!) . Um, anyway I didn't know what that was either (e books, e publishing). I had written other stories and decided to plunge right ino e books, and sent out 10 queries and got back 10 "send the manuscript." And before you go duh! Yes, lol. I was as blind to what I was getting into in e books as I was in print. Print I now knew everything I needed to. e books are a whole different world. I had obligations and contracts enough to last a couple of years, so though I had gotten an agent request and some positive response in print, I now needed to focus on e books and learning everything I could of them.

I got the good, bad and ugly. So I'm telling you, do your research on publishers and what the realities and expectations in the e publishing world are. Some of my publishers went defunct for various reasons, and I've been in the business now long enough to have a few battle scars as well as successes. I give writers the same advice I take myself, and that is writing in any venue as a full time profession is a crap shoot. There are no guarantee's and no easy way to get from A to Z. You control no more in e books than you do in print, and you live and learn and hopefully get smarter with each experience. If you're a serious writer, you write. And you hope from the time it leaves your hands till it gets published it is still something you recognize as your own. Or for that matter, something you can be proud of. Lack of control was one of the reasons I joined the Alinar Publishing co-op. Many of my stories were coming out of contract, I was wiser and my writing had evolved, which I expect it will keep doing as long as I am writing. I'd pretty much invested, time, money, emotion and everything else in e books by this point, and so it was another one of those out of the nest things, when I and my fellow authors here combined our focus on a Co-op venture, where authors would do the work and several formats, the covers and edits, and all the things many do anyway through some publishers, and be able to have something to show for it.

Of course many factors came into it, such as wanting to keep reasonable prices and still pay people we need to pay, and overseeing whom we distribute to, because the pie gets sliced too thin when you over extend -and author's make nothing by the time the crumbs are wiped up. Yet the vision as Lily and I, and Marie had discussed it many times, was to write good stories and make them available to readers. As a writer, it's your job to write the best stories you can regardless of the genre. You cant control everything in the market or the fact that reading is subjective. What you can do is stay consistent and productive, and hopefully focused and be a reader too. You'll never have enough time to write as much as you want. You'll never get rich either .Sometimes you'll only break even. But writing is its own reward, and we love stories and respect readers, and are dedicated to what we do, no matter what process happens afterwards. I believe too in paying it forward... I am thankful always to the on line pals who got me here from the Harly boards, and crit groups, agent advice freely given. I'm aware of all the kindness and yes, tough love, that people gave me when I was green as grass. I am thankful to every reader who buys any of my books. Who sent me a thank you or enjoyed any of my writing. And I have the greatest respect for those authors who set aside ego and center stage grabbing because there is room for every kind of story, every writer who dreams of writing and for the most part we cheer for each other and lend an ear when things go the opposite of what we hoped. Some of the most humble writers in this biz are the best at what they do because they love writing and they read, they enjoy their readers and enjoy enteracting with them when we surface from our obsessions lol. The most professional and well liked among their peers are those who have done the happy dance for their fellow authors sucesses and behind the scenes been encouraging and helpful. And many of those you have to push out on the stage because they simply love what they do. So ending my long ramble, joining Ladies who write IMHO, put me amid two of the best Ladies I've met in my e book journey, and after we're done with all this seriousness, I'm sure you'll see their warmth and humor and talents reflected on the blog. As often as you'll see them telling me, okay, shut up now, you're not writing a novel here! LOL. Welcome all.

Gayle~Eve

Welcome to our blog! I'm Lily Graison, a romance author who, along with my fellow writers from Alinar Publishing, will be blogging here. They will be stepping in to introduce themselves shortly. I guess since I'm the first to post, I'll be the first to tell you a little about myself.

I've been writing for a little over 6 years now. I got my start like many others by delving into the world of fanfiction. That didn't last long though. Original characters kept popping up in my stories and before long, my desire to create new worlds outgrew my love for the characters I had been playing with. To date, I have 2 published stories out and a third, Destined Hearts, will be released February 24th with Alinar Publishing.

Writing is an escape for me. I get to live in worlds I can only imagine. It's frustrating and rewarding. I learn something new about the writing process every day and if you ever get a chance to read any of my first stories (which I hope you NEVER do! LOL) you'll be able to see. I've come a long way in 6 years and I can't wait until the day I can read one of my stories and be completely happy with it. I'm plagued with self doubt, something I'm trying to overcome, but I know the day is coming. The day I can read one of my stories and say yes. That's exactly the way it should be.

On a more personal note, I'm married (21 years now), have 2 grown children and 1 grandchild. I work a 40 hour a week job and long for the day I can retire and do nothing but play with my imaginary friends. I can only hope I won't be too old to care by then. hehehe