"You're an A+ Ultra"
My Dad died a year and a half ago without ever having an email address. His phone was never "smart" and I don't think he would have known the difference between a meme and an emoji. But he certainly embraced voicemail.
From the moment the answering machine was invented, he left messages. He loved leaving a message. The beep would go and he was off to the races. They were long, rambling thoughts filled with Texas expressions, self-deprecating remarks, and encouragement.
Half the time they sounded like prayers and I felt like he might have forgotten he wasn't talking to God, but to a digital recording.
As Dad got older, I saved a few of them. I wish I had saved more.
But one of them, makes me laugh as much as it makes me cry.
I will hit "replay" on this half a dozen times this week and celebrate being so loved and prayed for and encouraged.