But that’s just me. Let it be known henceforth that my hair and makeup sensitivities are mine alone and in no way extend to the sistahood. It’s just the way that I am. And you know, it’s even just for me as the MacBook’s killer videocam is so sharp that I really don’t care to see my face in the raw. I’ve got a drawer full of MAC (that’s cosmetics, not Apple, though I’m an Apple lover too) and I won’t Skype without it.
I saw a roomful of inlaws I hadn’t seen in two years via the miracle of the MacBook Pro and Skype. I saw my sweet father-in-law in his hospital bed, the reason for the gathering of his children and grandchildren in Michigan. And they all were able to see my three kids, the real thrill for those on the other end, who don’t care a whit whether Jeannie’s wearing mascara or lipgloss. They panned the hospital room, as my kids saw aunts, uncles, cousins, and their beloved grandparents; one supine, in his hospital bed, the other, standing next to him. This couple, so close in marriage for 57 years, are on the precipice of a very big change.
I love this family, and I love the technology that enables those of us separated by geographical divides to come together in real time, to be virtually in the same room, and able to say, “hello,” and “I love you,” while looking into each other’s faces.