Making my heart feel better
Aunt G. is awful, and I was up late because I was so upset about what happened last night. This morning, only a few hours after I'd actually managed to get to sleep, my phone rang. I didn't want to get out of bed, but I was curious to see who'd called me, so I went to check my caller ID and see who'd called, and once I saw the number, I knew that this was the way of the powers-that-be making me feel better.
It was my bestest friend in the whole wide world. We'd been out of touch for months, as life goes sometimes for us, but I called her back and hearing her voice truly made my heart more whole. We caught up, and she told me about her new job, new boyfriend who loves her very much and even gave her a promise ring! (We always joked that she'd get married before me, even though I always had boyfriends or just men, and one of our inside jokes is that when I talk about a new guy, she starts singing the chorus of "Maneater" by Hall and Oates. Makes us laugh every time, has since high school!). I caught her up on family, and job doings, and we discussed how excited we are that her cousin is finally pregnant after years of trying.
Even though I know things deep down in my heart, sometimes, like everyone does, I need a reminder. She called at just the right time, she's always known how to do that. I'm glad.
And I feel a lot more settled inside.