One of Ruth’s and my greatest joys is our three kids, and their spouses, all enjoy being together. They truly love each other. All families can’t say that. We’re blessed.
A few years ago, Elizabeth, Lindsay and Kate were on a girls’ weekend in California. The boys, Ruth, and I were kept in the loop through modern day technology. Back in the day, we’d have to wait for everyone to get home before we received a blow-by-blow account of the comings and goings of the weekend. On this weekend, the three girls kept us up do date by sending text messages. Some contained pictures.
I’m not the greatest texter in the world. I prefer to speak with people because sometimes I can detect more information from a person’s tone of voice. For example, do they “sound” as happy as they profess to be? Sometimes I have a follow-up question to something they’ve written, and if they don’t reply immediately, I’m left wondering. I don’t like wondering.
My texting is slow and methodical, and if I’m not wearing my reading glasses, I’m prone to making mistakes. During one late afternoon exchange the girls sent a pool side picture with the message, “Getting ready to get something to eat.” I replied, “Where are you going to linner?” I had limited knowledge of the area and was a bit curious. As soon as I hit send, I realized I meant “dinner” not “linner”, so I immediately followed my error with, “You know what mean.” One error committed in haste, resulted in a second. The word “I” was missing, but they did indeed “Know what mean.”
Since that fateful exchange, our entire family uses the phrase, “You know what mean.” or its counterpart, “I know what mean.” It’s a playful look at an uncalculated error. Life is full of them. Luckily, our family rolls with what life deals us. We wouldn’t want it any other way.