Ever since Luc received a cell phone on his 10th birthday, Jordan has pestered us for a phone of her own. She reminded us nearly every day in the months leading up to her birthday in August. When it arrived, we didn’t have to think very hard about what to get her. She says her phone is one of the best gifts she’s ever received. She connects with her friends and family every day.
– Jordan, who are you talking to?
– It’s 6:30 in the morning!
– That’s ok, Dad. She’s an early bird like us.
– Jordan, that’s too early to call people.
– Dad, I’m on the phone.
This is how it goes now. But there are plentiful benefits. Nearly every day she calls me at work. I don’t carry my phone around with me much, so I return to my desk to find new voice mails from her. They are breathy, and affectionate, and absolutely sincere. She practices her own phone protocol, which usually includes a moment of song. She called me yesterday and sang a few bars from Hernando’s Hideaway. In the background, I could hear Luc admonishing her.
– Jordan, that’s too long of a message.
– (in song) I know … a dark … secluded place …
– (still in key) a place … where no … one knows your face
My voice mail box is reaching capacity because I refuse to delete these little love mails. She sprinkles each with poignant observations and heartfelt salutations. Her optimism and charm gush through, and even my worst day feels bright when I listen to these. Many of our friends and family have received their own doses. Which makes me think that perhaps this really is the best gift I’ve ever given.