Missed

The other day I got a text from my friend. Honestly, I never though I would be texting more then actually talking non the phone like back in what my son calls the ancient days. I remember the time when there was only one landline phone in the house and everyone shared that one phone. In my teenage years I had to be off the phone for the night and only could speak for 30 minutes at a time. 

So, anyway, I got the text that said "I miss you." I smiled when I read it. It did make me think about the old days when there was no texting and they would have had to call me on the landline to say hello. I kind of miss those days. 

I don't miss my mom yelling at me to the top of lungs at 9:55 I had 5 minutes to get off the phone and always the person I was talking to heard and we both were embarrassed. Those were the days.

 Today, I keep a glass of something cold by my side almost always, something to fan myself with or a fan and a light jacket to put on if I get cold in my short sleeves shirt or tank tops which have become a permanent and necessary part of my wardrobe. 

Through all of this it was nice to be missed. So, I sipped the cold Pepsi in my glass and turned on my little fan. I then picked my phone back up and replied to the text. 

Yes, it is REALLY nice to be missed .