I HEARD THE IMPACT and saw the cracks stretching across. For a moment, I grieved. But then I forgot, and then I let go.
The afternoon absorbing laughter, the sights of life happening with my own eyes - not looking for camera angle or preparing life for others’ eyes - all uninterrupted, as it should be. The park opened up to us new, as our stage of memories waiting to be had, in the form of four of us kicking a soccer ball as straight as a rainbow. And no one else knew about it - no likes, no shares, no comments. Just us together running in circles binding us close.
For weeks, the cracks on my phone screen stayed and so did my attention.
And then the shattered pieces began to fall to the ground.
A few days after getting a new phone with a seamless screen, I dropped it into a sink filled with water. We were rushing to leave our house as a week of vacation awaited us - one week nestled in the hill country of Texas, quiet and renewing. The new phone existed apart from me in a bag of rice for three days. We both rested from each other and again, I found life more vibrant and lasting without the need to tell anyone else about our adventures and memories. When it came time to check for signs of technology life, I pulled the phone out, powered it on, gave it a quick examination to ensure it functioned fully, which it did . . . and then stored it away apart from me, as it should be.
Tucked away in my mind forever lives mental images, without filters and witty quips, of smiles, a bungalow Robert Plant recently stayed in - so it goes, the famed Enchanted Rock, hummingbirds, a prayer labyrinth we couldn’t quite figure out, a friendly Great Pyrenees named Simon who toured us around the vineyard he protects, paddle boarding on the Frio River and conversations with friends that lifted our souls to good health. All without my phone.
What I noticed since my phone first cracked and especially during my week apart was that life is like a river rushing. I can either play observer documenting its movement in comments and visuals and reading about facts on how to think about the river rushing, or I can jump right in. I can tell you, my family would rather me in the water. Sometimes they need me in the water to call them in from the banks, too.
Life won’t wait and the pictures won’t be suffice. Live the adventure together, and the family will grow and their futures will secure and their smiles will be sincerer and your heart will be fuller . . . and you will be less restless, for sure.