day 165: for 70 minutes

For 70 minutes today, I was on the phone.

With him.

Two other people tried calling me during those minutes.

I didn't answer. Called them back later.

I told him about funny things the kids said during the week,

discovering that our cat drinks out of the toilet,

how the girls asked close to 99 questions during E.T. last night,

and a myriad of other important things.

They weren't all big.

Or even life shattering.

But I knew he'd want to know.

And that made them important.

I miss sharing just those little things of life with him.

I miss hearing his responses,

hearing what he finds funny,

and what he doesn't.

But those 70 minutes,

even though they were shared with three littles,

they were precisely what I needed.

And wanted.
And the closest to normal that I felt all day.