My mom calls me every Sunday whether she has news to tell me or not. If I can’t get to the phone she’ll leave a message and say, “Hi. It’s me. Just my Sunday call. No news. You don’t need to call me back.” Sometimes our conversations are 5 minutes and sometimes they’re 25. Usually she calls in the afternoon before the Packers game or sometimes during half time. Today 3:00 rolled around and there was no call. Even though I didn’t have any news except that I had survived rollerskating with Audrey’s Girl Scout troop last Sunday it felt a little strange. Finally at 5:00 she called, taking a quick break from helping my step dad with a project at their new house. The conversation was probably only 10 minutes but it didn’t matter. I got my Sunday call.