We had a nice long discussion with our older son last night. It's a rare treat, as he's in grad school and lives far enough away that he hasn't much time. He's married, and he and his wife have carved out a busy life of work, friends, enthusiasms. It's good to get caught up, and it's also necessary, because he's been traveling so much for research that we lose track of everything important and end up with itineraries and dates, which don't tell us his state of mind. It was sweet to hear about HIM.
I got a call yesterday from our older daughter that the witch outfit had arrived and was acceptable to the little bungie cord. Our granddaughter only talked for a minute - she was tired from preschool and probably the rain as well. But any little minute of that voice is delightful to me, and I got a kick out of our daughter and her band that has a gig this coming weekend. I told her next they'd have groupies!
And then I had a third encounter yesterday with a dear friend who was upset and hurting, and we talked on the phone because her schedule and mine didn't permit anything more. We have to wait until a better window of opportunity to really talk, but I just wanted to hug her and hold her hand.
Three kinds of love, or expression of it. And all in one day.
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