Texting 101

Lesson #1: Always make sure you text the right phone number.

This morning I flipped open my phone, searched through my contacts, found my brother's name, and started a text message to him - just a friendly reminder that he still owed me money for a gift. Hit 'send' and went about my morning. A little later, I received a text back, "Who is this. This is b.i.g. Daddy D.J." Thinking my brother was just being funny, I texted back, "Great. You still owe me money regardless who you are." A few minutes later I receive a phone call - caller id - my brother - except he didn't sound like himself. Me: Hello? Caller: Yeah, you say I owe you money? Me: Hello, Tripp? (Knowing that the person on the line did not sound of the same ethnicity as my brother). Caller: I owe you money? Once again thinking my brother had a friend call me back, I hung up. Then, another text, "Who are you. Are you my white snow bunny : - )" This time I thought my brother went too far so I got Greg to text him from his phone. A few minutes later, Tripp calls and confirms that he has received no text messages from me - the only one he received was from Greg. I checked his number saved in my contact information and sure enough the number was one digit off. Sorry Mr. "I thought you were my brother" - no more text messages from me I promise!!

Tears

This morning we followed our typical Sunday morning routine. Got to church, headed to take the boys to Sunday School. As I went down the hall, I realized that the 'Help' sign was out at Landon's class. Thinking this might be a problem, I continued with the normal drop off, leaving Landon in his class with some parents and he seemed ok. I went and checked to make sure Camden made it to Studio 10:10 and started talking with a friend for a few minutes. Before I headed back upstairs, I decided to check on Landon one more time.

When I peeked around the door to his room, I saw no Landon. Looking a little further, I got the attention of one of the helpers. When I asked if he was ok, she was not sure. Landon had gone behind the pillar in his room and was on the floor in a little ball. I went over to him and he was crying, crocodile tears.

My little boy, not wanting to show his sadness, hiding in the corner. Sad because he missed mommy and uncertain because his teacher was gone. I have no idea when we will leave this phase but I am so grateful for his loving Sunday School teachers. Ms. Misty, we love you! Thank you for being a rock for Landon.