A couple of months after Son and I met, I got in a really, really bad car accident. Car totalled, a week in the hospital, surgery a few weeks later to put me back together… it was bad.
And while I obviously wouldn’t choose go through the accident again had I a choice in the matter, there was a silver lining… it gave Son an excuse to call me.
To “check up on me,” he said. To make sure I was alright. To update me on rehearsals and keep me in the loop.
Mind you, this was ancient history – before things like tiktok and twitter and most social media even existed.
So we got to talking – on my parents’ cordless landline no less. And bit by bit… I started to get a little crush on this cute guy who for some reason kept wanting to chat with me.
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