press 1 to replay this message.

Secretly, I keep a message that you left me saved on my phone; there is nothing that makes me feel such instantaneous happiness then the sound of your voice. It is the innocent way in which I can hear hesitation in each of your words, the way in which you stumble through each syllable, trying so hard to pronounce those words that you want me to hear, the ones that you want me to know that you mean. And as I sit and listen, remembering to save this little gift that you left for  me, I then cannot help myself but to press '1' to hear it again. I can picture you, your tiny hands grasping the telephone while you look up at your mum for approval with each word that you speak, gesturing for her assistance in helping you to find the words that you want me to hear, the ones that you want me to know that you mean.