He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"Imagine a life uncorrupted by screens. And imagine a vigorous family life where crazy adventurous boredom ruled the halls instead of a glowing rectangle. It’s not only time to limit our kids use of screens. It’s also time to kill parenting from the couch, get crazy, and help ignite the imaginations that will shape the future."
