My Father's Day Gift

Happy Father's Day to one and all.

I'm not a father. I'm not even a mother. But today I got a gift. While making his Father's Day phone calls, my sailor made one more call to me. It's been over a month since he left and a month since I've heard his voice. Call it instinct, but one the phone rang this morning at 9:30, I just knew. I don't think my voice registered any surprise at hearing from him. We talked for about 10 minutes, just long enough to fill a little void and to remind both of us how much the other was missed. It was hard to hang up again when our time was over, but it will get me through the next few weeks.

3 weeks. Stay safe, sailor.