" The Call "

My oldest daughter "Ginny" lives in North Carolina and I in Illinois. Despite the miles we always manage to talk three or more times a week.

I'm her company on her way home from work. She usually calls me on her drive home, depending on how late she gets off of work.

One of the "perks" of her job is that she gets to travel. This past Tuesday she flew to Vegas to attend and work at a "Trade Show" I guess you could call it, and was staying at the MGM Grand.

How awesome!

I couldn't remember if she was returning to North Carolina on Thursday or Friday and knew that she would be very busy out there so I didn't call her.

She finally called me on Friday on her way home from the airport. We talked about how the trip went and other less interesting things on my end. I was feeling a bit tired and down during our conversation. Tired from the week itself and down thanks to a sad story I had been reading.

It was a good story but the part I had been reading was about a desperate man getting reading to attempt suicide when his mother appears. His mother who had passed ten years previously.

The story was bringing back a flood of memories of my own mother who passed two and a half years ago. Things you wished you could have or would have said if given one more day.

Back to the call. I can usually tell on the phone when Ginny arrives home. I can hear her car being turned off and her shuffling things to pick up to go into the house. So when I heard these sounds I asked if she was home? She said "You could say that." So told her that I'd let her go and I love her. Before she could respond my dogs started barking wildly.

Not unusual but a nuisance at times. Ginny in turn  told me she loved me and goodbye. Seeing that the dogs weren't going to stop until I got up to see what was going on outside, I obliged the critters and got up to look out the front door.

It was then that I looked out the window, opened my front door and just stood there, speechless, with my hand over my mouth.

This is what I saw...

Ginny !

You may or may not remember, I haven't seen my daughter since last August when I had my knees replaced. Instead of flying from Vegas to North Carolina, she flew into St. Louis.

Happy Mother's Day to me!!!

All I could do was to stand there with my hand over my mouth and cry. Just floods of tears of joy!

I didn't know it yet but this would turn out to be the best Mother's Day weekend that I've ever had to date. 

We had a wonderful time this weekend and there is more to post with lots of photos.

For now however, I am still just enjoying the memory of "The Call."!

Thank you Ginny, you are a blessing to me !!