Honestly, I don’t remember much that happened on March 01. I hadn’t slept for three nights and the day was a blur. (It is March 07 and I am back blogging.)
My favorite thing that happened that day happened to Abe. He got to meet our incredible, awesome renters, Shirlene and Linda. I am FB friends with Shirlene and have known all along that she is my type of person and that I love her. I figured the same was true for Linda. Half the reason I didn’t demand Abe fly home when Clarissa was hospitalized was because I wanted him to meet these women who have been in our condo for three years–and we’ve never met! I just knew it would be a good experience.
And it was. Shirlene and Linda are both med students at the University of Chicago. Shirlene is originally from Ghana and I’m not sure where Linda is from. But they are both, in Abe’s words, “totally delightful!” He called me raving about the experience and said I would love them so much. Shirlene is a somewhat well-known med-student cartoonist, and Linda is a creative film maker.
After this incredibly uplifting experience, Abe went to my old apartment building and dialed the code he used to dial to call my apartment. The code was “143.” 143 has a lot of significance because on my mission we wore pagers and “143” meant “I love you.” My missionary friends still use “143” with each other online and in person to express love.
While I was dating Abe, the code to my apartment was, randomly, 143. He remembers feeling happy, excited and in love while dialing those numbers, so he dialed them again just for fun.
