My arms are full with groceries. It’s 7:15pm-ish, I’ve been to the gym and running errands since 4:20pm. I’m starved. My phone rings. Digging it out, I see that it’s my youngest hijo, wanting to Facetime. I’ve got so much to do.
But I drop everything. Throw the grocery bags on the counter, I slide the phone to answer with one hand.
Then I sit and enjoy a 45 minute conversation with my 20 year old college student. It’s more worth it, than I can explain. As soon as I see him and hear him, I melt. I miss him so much and for him to call in the middle of the week, is really something.
His call was worth dropping everything.