No, it wasn't one of the kids apologizing to me . . . but me, apologizing to my mom for something my sisters and I had done when we were little. I didn't realize how much she (so very patiently) put up with, with us, until I had to (not so patiently) deal with it in my kids!
Even from 400 miles away, through the phone line, I knew she was smiling. And maybe laughing at me just a little, tiny bit.
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