I have a couple of blog ideas in the queue that are musings, rants, rumblings - \the usual stuff.  They'll have to wait to be posted later, however, because on this sunny Saturday in Boston, I've decided to share a small wonderful thing that I experienced this morning instead of keeping it to myself.

Here's what happened:  My husband ran out to unlock the doors of the school where he works, responding to a call asking him to do so.  A few minutes after he left,  I heard his cell phone ringing several times upstairs from his office while I was getting dressed.  I thought it must be his work phone* he’d left and maybe someone from the school was trying to reach him.  When I went upstairs, I saw there were several messages but couldn’t figure out how to unlock the phone to answer them. 

I went downstairs and began assembling clothes to do the laundry. His cell phone started ringing again.  I picked up my phone and called his personal cell phone number to tell him someone was calling him on his work phone.  All of a sudden I hear the phone on the third floor ringing again but with a different ring.   In the space of a few seconds, I realized the tune was A Love Supreme by John Coltrane.  That’s when I realized  that this was the ring-tone he'd selected for me, his wife  A Love Supreme!

I thought: He loves me!  He knows that we have a love supreme!  It made me stop , blush and grin.  It made me feel all warm and toasty . 

I’ve never particularly cared about ring-tones and have just been using what was already on the phone when I got it.  I think that will change this weekend especially for one special number of one special man, my husband.

A ring-tone of love, a small, wonderful thing.

(*When he came home later, I found out that he didn’t have a work phone any more in his new position.  I slept on that one..)