For two years, I have endured having a mobile phone number that was formerly the number of a trucking company. For two years, my phone rings at odd hours of the night and day only to find that on the other end of the line is a trucker wanting to give me his “load number” or asking for assistance of which I am in no possible way able to provide.
But all of that has suddenly changed.
I think The Man loves me. He bought me a smart phone. (He either finds me delightfully out-of-touch or they were on sale. Probably the latter.) It’s a very, very smart phone. Is it embarrassing that I have been clinging to my trusty flip phone that takes me roughly 37 minutes to send just one text message? I still kind of miss it. It was familiar. It was easy. And it was well-loved.
I. Am. Not. Ready. For. This.
They say it will make me more connected, but sometimes I rather enjoy being disconnected. I am simply not one to be “on call.” There are just so many important things that I would rather be doing. Coloring, playing dress-up, and bedtime stories will always trump a text message. Every. Time. And when it’s time for family dinner (yes, we still do that nearly every night) all of those electronic devices are comfortably nestled far away from the table, leaving us focused on each other. Real people. Real faces. It’s all real. And amid the clanking of silverware, passing of butter, and spilling of milk, I find these sweet moments where we all share our daily adventures, challenges, victories, and always leave room for dessert.
It’s a beautiful way to live.
If you call, I may not answer. If you text, I may not reply. But rest assured, you may leave message and I promise I will get back to you… eventually.
P.S. The sunrise is especially lovely this morning.
Love & Coffee.
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