The best part of my day yesterday was a brief conversation in the morning with my mom.
It was the first time we had spoken since I left her house last Thursday. Just to hear her voice brought a lot of relief to me. Most uplifting was when she laughed at a few details I told her of the weekend and time with my siblings. It was a true sign that she is healing and getting better. An answer to many prayers.
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You know, even when my husband was at his sickest, I still loved to hear his voice. I don't hear very well on the phone, and he didn't have the strength to HOLD a phone, so we didn't get to talk when I wasn't at the hospital with him, which was really hard those two days that I didn't go because I was too sick. (with a cold -- not the same, I know but I didn't go because I didn't want HIM to get sicker, not because I felt lousy, which I did but besides the point)