On the night before Valentine’s Day, I noticed that Boo, age 12, hadn’t filled out her valentines yet. The box was still sitting on the kitchen counter.
I didn’t feel like walking up the stairs, so I texted her.
Finally I sent GG upstairs to tell her sister to stop messing around and come write out her valentines. But Boo hadn’t gotten my texts.
Apparently I was texting the wrong number the whole time.