Phone calls

A long time ago… in a galaxy far far away….

Actually, it wasn’t that long ago, just last year, and it wasn’t that far away, just back in Texas.

I would get these late night phone calls from Carl. He was stationed in Germany, and he was 8 hours ahead of me according to the clock. So at about 2 in the morning, as he was coming in for lunch, my phone would ring. And I answered it, every time. I got used to having to use about 4 hours of sleep, I’m now an expert at covering up the sleepless-dark circles under my eyes with concealer, and I learned that Red Bull is your friend.

There was never any question about letting my phone go to voicemail, or not blinking away sleep to answer a text from him. I did it, without fail, even when everyone around me told me I was losing my mind. I ignored the zombie like feeling of not enough sleep, talked to him as often as I could, and got used to being a long-distance girl.

So it is kind of oddly…. Sweet. It brings back a reminder of the when, the not so far back when, of late night phone calls, and me jumping for the phone every time it rang, and sleepless nights as we talked about everything, nothing, and in between. Ours has always been a unique relationship, one that required all the patience, trust, and strength I could muster. But the best things in life, are the ones worth fighting for.

~Jennifer