Snail Mail and Promises

My husband was just on the phone and the internet. I miss talking on the phone. You have no idea. Before I was married my friends would all call just to chit-chat with me; now they e-mail, comment, or message me on myspace. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy hearing from my friends. But they feel so distant, because it's so impersonal (is that a word). I don't want to boo hoo to all of you, but I'm just so sad that my friends don't pick up the phone, or send me a snail-mail letter.

I use to love getting letters. You'd go to the mailbox open the front of it, and reach inside, and in a scribbly writing you'd see your name and your friend's name in the top corner. Then, you'd open it and the letter would be penned in their writing, and although you had a little trouble reading it, you still loved getting that letter, and you put it somewhere special so you could pull it out when everything became digital.

I hope I'm worth the cost of a stamp. Don't type your letters, that makes it distant. Call me. The sound of your voice on the phone lets me know that I'm not alone.

I sat in the doctor's office for six hours today. Of course, it wasn't anyone's fault that the baby born up at the hospital with the same doctor I was there to see was taken into surgery because of post-partum problems. I blame no one. And I'm praying for the baby, whatever it was, and whoever it's parents are-because no child should have to go into surgery just mere minutes after being born. I don't know how it is, but I hope the problems weren't TOO serious.

My husband just brought down the hammock swing-again. This wouldn't be a bad deal, except for every single time it's happened, it scares me. Our hammock swings are hung from the rafters and obviously, no matter how much it is reinforced, it never holds. We have a concrete porch. And I know he's going to fall down and then not get up one day cause he'll crack his head. And that scares me more than anything because I love him so much.

I feel like I can say anything here because my friends don't know about this site and the friends I make here, well, you guys are awesome. And you read my ramblings without even thinking of doing something else other than just reading and seeing things from my eyes, mind, and point of view.

It's liberating.

But, in case my friends are on here, call me. Or send me a letter, I'll write one back. I PROMISE. And you can ALWAYS hold me to my promises.