the answer is yes

The boy is still in Minneapolis, but I was able to talk to him on the phone last night. It’s funny what the distance and the sound of his voice can do to me. Wednesday night, after he had spent the afternoon and evening traveling, he sounded tired and frustrated and unhappy. But last night, after a day of his conference and an evening chatting with Eric, he sounded rested and happy. Purely happy. Happy in a way that made me want to be with him and be the cause of his happiness, and at the same time just thrilled to know that he was enjoying life. There I was, curled up in bed, suffering the ill effects of a dinner that consisted of a bag of Santitas dipped in roasted raspberry chipotle sauce and cream cheese, pretty much wanting to die because my entire digestive system was in revolt over that choice, and all I could think about was how thrilled I was to hear him sound so happy. So, this is what it feels like? This is the much talked about, but never really experienced emotion of “your happiness is more important to me than my happiness?” Yes. Yes, it is.