Remember when phones had cords?
When phones had cords and no one had heard of call waiting and televisions had three channels and text was something you read in a book and people talked face-to-face and cell phones were for billionaires who carried them around in giant cell phone suitcases.
And sometimes your television even had rabbit ears that your dad would put a piece of foil on to get better reception.
I’m raising four little people at the house who have only read about those pre-technology days in books or heard about it occasionally whenever I decide to climb up on my soapbox to remind them how lucky they are.
And I thought technology had triumphed.
Until the other day.
Until the other day…..when I walked down the winding sidewalk to the art house and heard the giggles.
Giggles that floated down the lane accompanied by the occasional whisper.
Curious….as to the reason for all the giggles and whispers….I approached the art house and slowly opened the door.
There sat the twins surrounded by paper….
As soon as the door opened….two pairs of blue eyes turned toward me…dancing with excitement.
One of the twins jumped up and ran toward me clutching a piece of paper covered with hearts and doodles….signed LYLAS.
“Mom….you are never going to believe it,” she said excitedly waving the paper around. “You won’t even believe it.”
“What?” I asked curiously.
She spun around twice….folded the note…. and turned toward to me with an air of excitement.
“Mom….did you know….you can write a letter….and put it into an envelope…and you can put it your mailbox.”
“Really,” I said starting to smile.
“But that’s not all Mom….that’s not even the best part. You can put it in the mailbox….”
And here’s where she paused.
I think the pause was to emphasize the almost unbelievable reality of the next statement.
To make sure I understood the magnitude of the situation.
Her eyes widened and she held up the letter in the air and stated emphatically with a tone of absolute incredulity…..
“After you put it in the mailbox….then they come to your house and pick it up…..
…..and actually take the note to your friend’s mailbox!”
My ten-year-old just discovered mail.
I couldn’t help it.
Right then…..I started my own giggle.
And then I laughed and laughed and laughed so hard that my sides hurt.
And amid all that laughter….I rejoiced.
For a brief moment that afternoon in a tiny art house strewn with paper…..technology had taken a back seat…..
….to the overwhelming joy of a simple letter.
PS Have a wonderful day…..LYLAS