Zen Sundays

I talked to S-Baby tonight on the phone while I was walking through WalMart; I had just texted his mom to see how he was doing, and she called me back to see if I wanted to talk to him.

So I talked nonsense at him for a few minutes while he listened. No words, just listened.

And then his mom and I chatted for a minute so that she could catch me up on what they'd been doing today: playing, eating applesauce and cake, having a cookout...

When we hung up, I cried in the middle of the aisle.

I miss him.

For the most part, I can distract myself with the packing. And the cleaning. And the dissertating. And the grading. Life is busy, which is GOOD for me right now. Sometimes I'm even happy and laughing.

But those quiet moments? Those suck.