Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Burn me up.

I have 9 saved messages on my cell phone's voice mail, They are all from my daughter. Every now and then, a message hits its 21 day storage limit, and my voice mail asks me if I want to delete the message. Each time, I store the message for another 21 days.

For some of them, I’ve been doing this for 2 years.

Each time I hear one of her messages, at age 4, 5, or 6, asking me if I could buy “The Incredibles,” asking me if we could play games before bedtime, asking me when I’m coming home… oh my God… I feel such an exuberant rush of thanks... so unbelievably lucky and happy and dizzyingly in love with this girl… it feels like my heart might burn right through my chest, and light up the world.

Love to all. Even you, the perplexed looking guy reading “Truman.”

6 comments:

Terry said...

I used to have a few of those. My son calling and asking if I wanted to play "ba'ketba'"... that used to kill me.

Then we got rid of that line, and away went those messages. Fucking Qwest. I know damn well it would be easy as pie to set up a service to let me load those messages onto a computer... save them forever. What's taking them so long to do that, huh?

Rich | Championable said...

I need to pipe the audio through a 1/8" jack to my laptop, and record it that way.

shqipo said...

I hope by the time my daughter starts talking and leaving me those messages, it will be easier to save them.

ITS said...

Or you can forward the messages to a Vonage account, and let them do the conversion to .wav, automatically.

Anonymous said...

It sounds like you are a great father, you're kids are very lucky to have you. There are very few of you in the world.

Anna said...

I agree, You're kids are Super lucky to have a dad like you!