Tobie left for Canada on May 17th. He had to catch a 4am bus which was a decent hike from the residence, carrying all of his luggage. I was slightly worried that he'd miss the bus, wait at the wrong place, or encounter some highway construction that would thwart his continued efforts to get home (remember this was after his original flight was grounded due to the volcanic-ash-cloud-of-annoyance).
When he arrived he sent me a text to let me know he'd arrived in Dublin.
I sent him a response saying, "I'm glad you made it to Dublin safely, I love you."
But he'd already turned off his cell phone.
So today when he landed in Dublin, he turned on his phone for the first time since leaving in May and (can you see where this is going?) receives a text from me:
"I'm glad you made it to Dublin safely, I love you."
Ain't technology grand?
[Ok I know that some of you are probably rolling your eyes and making little charades of self-induced vomiting, however, there seems to be a hopeless romantic buried inside of me and I felt the need to share--forgive me!]