“How’s Taylor doing?” I’m asked periodically, now that folks around me know my boy’s in Iraq.
Not that long ago, when he lived as close as Colorado or Arizona, I’d connect with him, oh, let’s just say “now and then.” To be clear, I didn’t call or e-mail him very often either, so I’m not laying blame for our sporadic communication on him.
But now that he lives on the other side of the globe, we talk on a regular basis. I keep skype open, so whenever my computer is awake, he can ring me up.
Like this morning (his evening):
He had something new to show me. Ordered it from Amazon. Sweet!