Out of the Nest

It's outta my hands now. I've just (as of 4 minutes ago) submitted my story Autumn Bell (or October Bell, I can't decide--not that they'll keep my title anyway)! This story has been, quite literally, years in the writing. I've had the idea ever since a friend of mine married a widower with two children. It's a mostly fictional, terribly sweet story about one boy's struggle to accept a new mother. It's a love story really. I need to fill out my manuscript submission chart so that if (when?) I get a rejection, I can move on quickly to submit it elsewhere. I have a sorta sick feeling in the pit of my stomach now that I've pushed the thing out of the nest. Oh, I must keep myself from getting so attached to my writing!