Long Distance Relationships: Lesson #2

Jace, My love, your lesson tonight is this: use your cell phone charger(s).  If your vehicle's cell phone charger breaks - buy another one.  

I have been walking around tonight thinking about all the things I need to do before spring break springs on upon us but I just can't force myself into action yet.  I've got no fire under me.  I wish I could talk to you tonight.  I wish I could ask a hundred questions about the house.  What did the framers accomplish today?  How did the front door look?  Are the windows on their way?  Is the electrician still coming tomorrow?  Do you still miss me?  Do you still love me?  Do you remember our children's names?  It just doesn't feel right going to bed without our nightly ritual of good night phone calls.  I can still hear Ezra tossing and turning in the other room.  He's probably wondering why that one guy still hasn't called.

My heart tonight is remembering earlier days on Paloma,  when I would wait around for a nightly phone call.  When it would come, my heart would skip a beat and I would take the call in the privacy of my upstairs bedroom on the phone that looks an awful lot like this:

On the phone that Macy discovered at Grandma Mikey's years back, took claim of and now conducts conversations with Troy Bolton on.   I haven't told her anything about the many forbidden conversations, tears, and secrets that have been whispered thru that phone.  

My old conversations were almost always interrupted by Jordy Fuentes on call waiting.  Fights over phone minutes and usage would always ensue.  

I'm sure glad those days are over.  

Well, the fighting and the whispering and the waiting for the wrong boy to call are over.  And don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled the Fuentes family decided to extend their "conversation" into eternity and thrilled Jessica and I no longer have to share phone minutes but I'm afraid the pathetic waiting around and the ol' heart skipping a beat and the wishing I could take the call in the privacy of my own room - I still experience nightly.  

Only this time it's the right boy on the other end of the line (when he chooses to call).  Now if only I could find him one of those solar powered cell phone batteries so he'd never run out of juice, we could talk all night long about exterior paint, school assemblies, invoice #748, diarrhea, roof shingles, and address changes.  How romantic.  I bet he can't hardly wait for tomorrow's call.

Sleep tight Babe.