A day done well.
An early to bed.
A busy tomorrow.
A snuggling dog.
All are tucked in and I am asleep.

And then the phone rings.
It’s 1:30 a.m.
It’s Cyndi.
It’s not even a question that I will answer.

... 

Forgiveness has been given.  The heart is healing.  And I love her.
No matter what her tone, 
No matter what her need,
No matter the unknown,
I will answer.
I love her.

So I did.

Half naked, half asleep, completely wondering,
I fumbled for the phone.

“Can I come home?”

I knew exactly what she meant.
I knew exactly where she meant.
And her voice rang with conviction, the clarity kind.

She found her heart.

“Yes” (please and thank you).

She found hers.
I found mine.
And we found We again.

It’s not even a question that I will answer
Her every call for me.
Any time, any where, any want or need.