That's how my day went today. After 2 failed attempts to connect (comms are great across these 7,000+ miles) on the phone, the third call (which barely had a chance to even ring) went like this...
me: "Hi!"
Pat: "Hey, I gotta go, but I love you."
me: "Oh. Okay. I love you too."
And instead of being sad, I find myself feeling so incredibly thankful and lucky that my husband took those 11 seconds out of his without-a-doubt beyond busy day/night to call me and tell me that. Oh, how I love that man!
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