Last night, I was in the middle of a project when my third daughter called from college.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I'm walking," she said. "Thought you'd like to talk to me."
I turned my computer away and listened to her ramble about her day, her friends, the floor hockey game she was about to play.
"I'm here now," she said. "I'll talk to you later."
We hung up, and I tried to figure out where I'd left off on my work. Then, my phone rang again. This time, it was my second daughter calling from college.
"I'm walking back from class," she said. "Thought I'd check in."
Is it crazy that I'm a little teary as I write this?
I love that I'm their company as they head to and from their classes and activities.