An e-mail:

When I had my babies there were no Blackberries. After each birth, and once my husband and I were semi-coherent and had come back to earth, we made phone calls to the family & closest friends. There is something wonderful about screaming together on the phone in a shared exultation at the miracle of a new baby that I fear is lost in an email. Who is the receiver going to squeal in joy with? How can you hear the glorious illumination of soul, spirit and life itself manifest in the voice of a new parent marveling over this creation? Some things are definitely gained with ascendancy of technology, but I suspect some of the most meaningful things which are rare jewels, are sadly, lost.