Jon called me tonight. Jon von Nottingham of Moontown Cafe fame. I've known him for years, but never even spoke to him on the phone until just a few months ago. You'd have to understand how much I love and respect Jon to understand how much a call from him means. He assures me that Nova will be absolutely fine. As I recall, what he said was something like "he'll grow up to be a healthy happy little boy, just watch and see." I told him I was going to hold him to that - what many of you don't realize about that call, or about those words, is how hard they must be for him - this is Jon's first Christmas since losing his daughter (in a horrible way) the day before Valentine's day 2005. The first Christmas after Alexis died... well, I can't say I even remember it to be honest, but I can guarantee you that I wasn't making Merry Christmas calls, so that call means the world to me.
Actually, when the phone rang, Scott answered and gave me that it's for you look - to which my response was a frantic tell them I'm not here neck slicing hand motion. Of course he KNEW I'd want to talk to Jon, because he knows I adore him. Scott makes a good phone call screener lol - he sorts out the bill collectors and the people he knows I would rather not talk to (Like Shaela, the deadbeat publisher who STILL hasn't paid me, even though she SWORE that I'd have the check by the end of November!)
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