Perry: Hey there! Merry Christmas!
Me: Son, is that you?
Perry: Mom, I can talk to you twice today. Once before we go give service, and once at the end of my day. I have to go study now, but I will call in two hours and you can call me later when it is Christmas morning for you and Christmas night for me, okay?
Me: Okay! That sounds great!
Perry: I love you, Mama.
Me: I love you too, Perry. Talk to you in a couple of hours.
Perry: Okay, talk to you soon.
Of course, we had two wonderful phone calls where he filled us in on all of the terrific experiences he is having in Mombasa, Kenya. We chatted on speakerphone and sometimes more privately before hanging up for the four and a half months until Mothers' Day.
My 5' 10" 120-lb son (he was skinny before leaving for Africa, but is even skinnier now) has what has been referred to in our home as a "chocolate voice". Girls always commented on it, and men and women we attend church with have told him how distinctive his deep voice is.
I might have a few bags of chocolate on my kitchen counter, but I tasted the best kind of chocolate today when I got to speak with my boy. Life is good.