The Phone Call

One morning in the hospital I laid in my bed, staring into space, deep in thought.

The phone beside me rang...Brring,  Brrring....


"Hello?"
"Hello, Precious....It's Dad.  How are you this morning?"


For a few moments, my daddy's voice made everything seem okay. From across the country, it felt like he was there with me, holding me like when I was a little girl. 


The words rang over and over in my head through the day.

My daddy loves me.  I'm his precious one.  For always.


And today that makes everything a lot better.