Yesterday, I recieved this text message from my husband:
"Leaving Suitland Now."
Wait. Sorry. That's not the one I was looking for.
I meant this one: "Nice blog today. You're such a good writer. Don't ever stop."
I tell you, I floated all afternoon. Little puffy clouds of consonants and verbs, his words.
My friend sent me a text the other day. It said, "One month after being told she needed a hysterectomy...my sister is PREGNANT!!!!"
Right there, in the middle of the Baltimore Train Museum, I cried happy tears. These words were a electronic current of hope, and having found its connection, there is now light.
A friend texted, "Is it bad when your kids are in the backseat pretending to drink beer out of their sippy cups?"
And just like that, I'm not alone.
I texted my brother, telling him that Dune was the stupidest movie ever. I said, "Presently, they are milking a cat."
He replied, "Well of course. How else can Thufur Hawat become a Harkonnen?"
These words were a time machine. We were once again in our living room, resplendent in our nerdy self-confidence. Just like that, I was home.
People argue that we are becoming less connected because of technology. I disagree.
These words are electronic gifts. I celebrate, laugh, commiserate, and love---one text at a time.
So tell me...got any good texts lately?