With the exception of an occasional greeting card or a hastily jotted note left in the kitchen (i.e. "Mom, Mrs. [insert illegible name here] called,") I rarely get handwritten notes from my children, and even more seldom from extended family.
I was thinking that there should be a way to collect all the e-mails and text messages I receive instead, keeping them tied up with a ribbon and stored in a shoe box, the way I've saved all my letters from college friends and pen pals from years ago.
I would include all of those little notes that seem like nothing, but years later would bring back memories and make me smile. Notes like these, a sampling of text messages from the past few days:
Hey Aunt Karen, Brandi or I will call you with our plan of attack (from my nieces, coming to stay with me this week).
A series of texts from son #2, five minutes before curfew (no, he wasn't driving;):
I'm on my way. . .
Be there in a few minutes. . .
Make that 20 minutes . . . sorry
So here I sit, IV in hand, waiting for a colonoscopy . . . (from my sis-in-law; thanks to texting, I probably wouldn't have received such a missive from her at this exact moment in time, 10 years ago).
Let me know if I can do anything for you. . . (from Kathy . . . this could have been in reply to any number of events in my life from "my roof caved in" to "I have a hangnail.")
Tue 0600. Don't sweat it. (from my brother, the Army guy)
And a series of texts from another brother, attending my niece's volleyball tournament:
Win game 1. . .25/19
Lost game 2 . . . 20/25.
Game 3..15/6Game 4. ..Good old ass whoopin . . . 12 to 25
And from my other brother . . . (never mind, this is a family-friendly blog)
From my daughter, another series of texts (obviously, I was doing all the "talking"):
And even a love letter from my DH:
Miss you xoxo
I guess the upside of all this is that texting offers just one more way to reach out and touch someone!