For a thousand reasons, Brooke is not a fan of the telephone. Although we’ve now managed to log a handful of successful conversations over the years, the most likely outcome of a phone call is still something like this …
“Hi, Brooke! How are you?”
“Gotta go now, bye.”
Although that last sentence usually sounds more like “Gottagonowbye.”
Not being able to talk to Brooke on the telephone has always made being away from home even harder than it might have been otherwise. Katie and I would talk, rambling on (and on) about our respective days … and what we ate for dinner and what we were doing the next day and how much we missed each other and what we would do as soon as I got home … and then, when it was time, she’d hand the phone off to Brooke who would say, “Gottagonowbye.”
And I understood completely. The phone is hard. Really hard. For so many reasons. So it was what it was.
Since the phone wasn’t really viable, I’d make Luau promise to tell her how much I loved her, how much I missed her. I’d leave notes for him to read to her at breakfast and bedtime that included bits of her favorite scripts and a countdown to when I’d be back.
And then, thanks to technology, everything changed.
Last night, I got back to my hotel at eight o’clock — nine at home. I texted Luau to let him know that I was back. He asked if I wanted to say goodnight to the girls. And that’s when this happened ..
Brooke was hanging out on the heating grate, as you do, watching videos on her iPad before bed. And I got to hang out with her. And then she showed the video she was watching to me.
And then we laughed. Together.
And suddenly, being halfway across the country, in a hotel room a time zone away, wasn’t really so far anymore.
Thank you, Steve Jobs. A ding in the universe, indeed.