My daughter Hannah was home yesterday, and she followed me around as I cleaned closets and drawers, chatting. What fun. What a joy to know she still likes to talk to me.
“How can I help, Mom?” she asked. I had forgotten to eat, and knew sustenance would be good, so I requested a bit of a tea party. We were soon sitting on the balcony, joined by Rebekah, and enjoying fruit, nuts and herbal tea. Better still, we were enjoying conversation.
When I said I had to be gone for a minute and would be right back (putting another load of laundry on) they said, “You’d better be.” How lovely to be wanted, popular, loved. And what better way to achieve this exalted state than by loving listening.
This morning I was all set to return to the balcony alone for breakfast and research, but I couldn’t get away…
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