A partial list of the text messages my wife has sent me today that might be discovered in a millennia.

1. Have a good day. You are rad. I like you.

2. Oh, and you're hot.

3. You're stylish. And weird. Good weird.

4. You are not ugly.

(My reply: Thank you. I am glad you are not covered in warts. You are actually kind of pretty.)

5. I wouldn't trade you for a thousand sea slugs.

A thousand years from now, my hope is that there will be some digital forensic cultural anthropologists who will stumble upon our communiques across various media and judge the totality of the human race and its relationships with each other based on what they find of us, and perhaps be puzzled, but know there was love.

You're welcome, fellow homo sapiens* now, and in the far future.

*or others