I just hung up from talking to Tommy, my oldest that lives and works near Dallas. I rarely get to see him or talk to him. He's never been much of a phone-talker, but now, as a transportation broker, he has to spend hours on the phone at work. So I hesitate to call him - I know the last thing he wants to do when he gets home is talk on the phone...to his mother...but I had a question for him about an upcoming family wedding. He ended up talking quite a bit, telling me about work...his weekend...his upcoming plans.
I had other things I planned to do before heading to bed, but cleared them from my mind, reminding myself that a phone conversation with Tommy doesn't come around very often.
This little verse I first heard when he was a baby keeps running through my head. I think it still applies...
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for...<insert one of the following or make up your own>
...<babies grow up>
...<grown sons don't talk on the phone very often>
...<college kids don't like to come home>
...<parents grow older>
...<friends/family live out of town and we hardly get to see them>
...<we've gotten too busy and haven't seen our local friends in a long time>
...we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep. I'm...
...<rocking my baby>
...<talking to my grown son>
...<spending time with my college kids>
...<visiting my parents>
...<getting together with out-of-town friends/family>
...<getting together with local friends>
and babies...grown sons...college kids...parents...friends...family don't keep.
