Three simple words warmed my heart last night. Yes, they were “I love you” and they meant the world. My aunt and I must be telepathic or something. I had been on her mind and she had been on mind. Maybe I should say I had been on her heart and she had been on mine.
It’s hard for me to call people because my normal schedule is completely opposite for most of the people in the USA. Maybe if I lived in Europe and worked 3rd shift that would work, but it ain’t so easy in the US. I had thought about my aunt, though, the day before and made a mental note that I needed to call her on my days off. Lo and behold she called me last night at 10pm. (She always forgets that I am an hour ahead of her.)
I told her how weird it was that I had been thinking of her the day before and then she calls me. We laughed. I always tear up talking to her. She ends up making me smile, though. I told her I was scared when I saw her number pop on my phone, though. Usually when I get late night calls from Alabama it means someone is sick or dead. I know that sounds morbid, but it is true. So it was a little scary and I waited anxiously when I answered for the bad news. When I didn’t hear any, I had to ask. She said there was no bad news and that she was just calling to tell me that she loved me and missed me. (Dang! I’m tearing up typing this!) It just really meant the world to me.
I may not get to talk to my extended family often, but I love them.