Firstly, thanks so much for your kind comments on my last post. I thought for sure I’d get at least one comment on my previous post, but nothing! Usually my anonymous posters come out of hiding with a post dealing with wieners. :) Either way, it was nice to hear some reassuring and reaffirming words from some dear friends.
We got back last night from a trip to Texas to see my family and go to the BYU/UT game. I took amazing pictures of Derrick and I on the field at UT, pictures of us with Bevo their longhorn mascot, a picture with me and the Chick-fil-A cow mascot, pictures with friends from BYU, pictures with cousins, and pictures with Hannah meeting my grandmother for the first, and hopefully not last, time.
And all of those pictures are with my camera, which I left on the airplane in Atlanta before our connecting flight. i didn’t realize until that plane had already left. I ran back, sick to my stomach, crying the whole way. The Airtran worker said he would call the next city and check the plane when it came back to Atlanta for me, and I gave him my contact information. I called Atlanta this morning and nobody has turned anything in. I’m so, so, so, so sad. Not so much for the camera itself, but for the pictures. Like, I’m literally devastated and so depressed about it.
The girls were angels on the flights down but devils on the flights home. It was a horrible ending to an otherwise good trip.
The worst part is Derrick asking me repeatedly if we had everything and me saying yes. And me being so worked up about our crazy kids that I missed the multiple times I almost realized something was missing. So many times I could tell the spirit was trying to tell me something but I was filled with too much negativity to let it penetrate. I’m probably most disappointed in myself about that. That, and I just hate doing stupid things.
In the end, I have to keep telling myself it’s just a camera and that it could be worse. But it’s so hard…I just love pictures so much.
