I remember a time when my husband (then the guy I thought was cute that I might date) listened to all the voice mails I left him and read all the emails I sent him. Probably multiple times because my voice was so angelic and my prose so uplifting.
It was this very complex process that worked like this… I would leave a message on his voice mail, he would listen to it and then call me back. Apparently this is part of the courting period. The very same one where I pretended to like Chinese food and Les Misérables.
But then, “the guy I thought was cute that I might date” turned into my boyfriend and then into my husband and then I began to notice something.
I would leave a message on his voice mail, he would see a missed call, he would call me back and say, “Hey, what’s up?”
And I would respond, “Well, what you do think?”
And he would say, “About what?”
“About what I said on your voice mail.”
“Oh I didn’t listen to it. I figured it was easier to call you right back.”
“But I took the time to leave you a message because I wanted you to listen to it. Not so you could ignore it.”
“Why don’t you just tell me what’s up.”
“But I already did. ON YOUR VOICE MAIL.”
So after having that conversation 745 times, I stopped leaving him phone messages. I emailed him instead. Until this kind of thing started to happen…
I recently sent him a very thorough email with details and links and and lots of important information. Over the weekend I referred to this beautifully crafted email and he said, “I never got it.”
Except he did. I know because he wrote back, “Sounds great!”
Apparently, he was responding to the first sentence of the email and not the lengthy text that followed.
He never read the rest of the email. Or maybe even realized there was a rest of the email. Or whatever. And all too often my emails to my husband are ending up in cyberspace with no one to lovingly respond to them.
So now I just text. And he responds. It’s very gratifying.
That’s right. The future of our marital communication now depends on texting. And of course, those in person conversations. But those are usually interrupted by our 17 children and rigorous TV schedule. So really, texting is our only hope.