Friday, September 04, 2009
A Whisper In The Dark Changed The World....
Seven years ago today the phone rang, early in the morning, when it was still dark. I fumbled blindly 'til my hand found the phone on the night stand.
"Mom," whispered oldest son in reverential tones, "it's a girl....and she's beautiful!"
After your children are grown, you think you can stop worrying and fretting about them. And then grandchildren come along, and suddenly you have not less to fret about, but more. Not that I'm really a worrier....But sometimes things happen that you can do nothing about. And if people don't call, or pick up when you call, because they don't want to worry you, you just worry more. Tonight I'll sleep peacefully because, after a long silence, we finally talked. And all is well.
I don't need material things to make me happy. I just need to know that all is well.
Happy seventh birthday, beautiful girl.