In a nutshell at least.

She said, “Didn’t you get my voicemail!?”.

I did not and she proceeded to tell me that she noticed my abandoned phone, grabbed it on her way out, found my car in the parking lot where I work and left it there for me.

Best. Wife. Ever.

No, I’m not being sarcastic. You see, this email came from an iPad/iPhone game called Pocket Frogs. In this game you breed and nurture tiny frogs. You can feed them and race with them with the goal to create new generations of offspring with new combinations of colors and designs. To encourage new users the developers have a messaging feature baked in. You can message your friends to let them know about the app in hopes they’ll download it.

So why do I love emails like this? Because they’re from my daughter. At the ripe old age of five, she’s discovered how to use the in-game messaging – she taps on the frog, then the “Share”, then “Email” and sends a message to my name, stored in her Grandmother’s iPad.

So while I’m staring at code, sitting in a meeting or editing video for 8 hours a day, my daughter sometimes thinks about sending her newest frog to her old man. I’ll never tell her she’s doing it wrong.

My wife as she appears in the week’s edition of The University News (The student-run newspaper at the university we both work at). They did a piece called “Let Us Introduce You ” on her and her work with St. Louis Pet Rescue. Go Jack!

The entire story is an allegory for faith instead if trying to figure it all out and make sense of all the mysteries. (as Jack did for a long time)

The point of how the relationships we have and people we meet are more important than how the smoke monster worked or how the island moves.

It’s a story about people who were lost in life. By the experiences they shared in the adventures on the island they came to find love, loss, hope and courage.

I’m not embarrassed to say that I cried my eyes out after watching the credits roll. I was sad and happy all in the same moment.

And it’s not because I’m going to miss one of my favorite TV shows, but because the story that has been told over the last 6 years through a little box in my living room has reached out to me and made me feel, for once in a very long time, content with my mortality and appreciative of the people I have in my life.

We all die someday and we should spend our precious time on Earth in the company of the ones we love.

Just let go and enjoy.

I’m totally digging the Hipstamatic app for the iPhone. It’s a recreation of a camera developed in the great wilderness of Wisconsin in the early 80s by two brothers. The whole story is being kept alive by the older brother of the two Hipstamatic creators.

The app is very slick and plays a great homage to the cheap all-plastic cameras of yore. With the tiny viewfinder, different films and lenses and the always different results it’s a blast to watch your photos ‘develop’.

The best thing about the app for me is the high-pitched whirring of the flash when you turn it on. Perfect.

See my Father’s comment.

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