Not long after I got off work today, I got a call from my little MacKenzie‘s dad.

“Are you busy?  She really wants to talk to you.”

It was funny that she wanted to call me today because I had planned to call her myself tonight.  After our usual talk about school and friends and High School Musical, she asked me a question:

“Can you come see me tonight?”

No matter how many times her dad and I have explained it to her, she doesn’t grasp that I live an hour away and can’t be at her house as often as I’d like.  I told her that I couldn’t come tonight, but that I would be coming to get her later this month for a few special days together.  I could tell my answer didn’t really help, so I tried to distract her by telling her about the pretty purple flowers I saw as I walked up and down the alley beside my house.  She, in turn, told me about the drops of rain she could see from where she sat on the steps leading up to her apartment.

“I wish you were here wif me in da rain, Amy Beth.”

And I wished I was, too.