I see what all the commotion is about. After years of remaining clueless about “texting,” I have discovered what’s at the bottom of all those messages.

Last night, when I got a message in Spanish about dreams and wishes coming true, I was shocked at how tingling I actually felt. Even when I realized it was a message the person probably sent to everyone in her telephone directory, it didn’t matter in the least. In a matter of seconds I was smiling and pushing buttons to send a response.

One of the problems is, I am terribly slow at the button pushing part. Also the buttons on my phone are sticky, I can’t read the alphabet or numbers anymore, and I send most messages in Spanish. About thirty minutes later, I got my response out.

Although it might be quicker for me to saddle up a horse an ride him into the sunset, I just can’t help feeling that extra-special-something when my ring tone sings it’s tune: Mensaje a leer.