Last night, we talked as we always do. For about an hour. We’re a million miles apart, so it’s all we have. The highlight of the day.

And the thunderstorms were approaching Kansas City. You were looking forward to them, and the sound sleep they bring.

Then you did the thing. You put the phone out on the balcony. And shared the thunderstorm with me.

We listened to the storm. Together.

It was the littlest thing. Yet it meant the most. I am so incredibly grateful for you.