May 28, 2016
You, however, listen to my ramblings and offer thoughtful answers. You speak slowly and with a smile, you don't tell me to stop crying, you often remind me to pray, you listen and you listen and you listen, that sometimes I get tired for you and make it a point not to call again for days unless I have good news or something funny or useful to say. I like the distance, I like that we can talk like friends, I like hearing about your meals, the cheap cherries at 99 cents, your thriftshop finds. Your voice is my balm.