Why I was saved for these latter-days

There are lots of reasons I am grateful to live in the here and now. (Here's looking at you indoor plumbing.)  Another reason:  text conversations.  Namely the Fam-a-Lam ones.

There are the texts that are general inquiries:

A question Mark had while indexing (the child can't read cursive very well):

 And the general inquiries that turn into something else:

The time Braeden threw down the gauntlet:

(By the way, Heather was one of my laurels.  And is one of my favorite people.  And someone I'd want to be on the same side of in a battle.)

Mark usually has Fam-a-Lam blocked (and who can blame him) but he occasionally chimes in:

The time Emma followed in her aunt Olivia's footsteps and sold her plasma:

Some observations by Braeden:

and...

Emma getting an idea:

Then there was the time Emma wanted to see some ancient art:

If I can't spend all my days with these people, at least I can get their texts.  I especially love the funny ones: