Jen writes

November 12, 2012

Hey

I stepped out of the house for just a few minutes, my phone plugged in to charge. I missed your call.

“Hey.” You say, through the speaker held up to my ear. One syllable, vowel sound drawn out just a touch. The familiar, quiet lilt in tone. The rich slowness of your vocal chords. A pause. I know a half-grin is lifting the corners of your lips. I hear you. I hear this message. It’s just for me.

I hear: Hey. Just calling to connect with you. Hey.

You’ll be home from work in a half hour. We’ll be shuffling kids into shoes and cars. Buckling them in. Getting places on time. We won’t look each other in the eye. Our eyes too readily fixed on keys and snacks and the clock and the kids’ jackets–just in case, even on this unseasonably warm November day.

Our lives are busy. Our brains are full.

Our hearts are left till last. Always connected. Sometimes in receipt of an extra, gentle tug. A pause. A rapid beating. A quiet, complete, thrumming understanding.

Hey. I listen. I hear. I strain for more.

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Sarah writes

This is one is particularly awesome, my sistah.

Hey.

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Jen replies

Hoof.

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Tiffany writes

This spoke to me. My husband always calls me on his way home from work…even though he’ll be home in 20 minutes. I love it.

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