I had such big plans for the blog today. I even miraculously remembered to grab my camera cord this morning because for once I wanted to use my real camera instead of the camera on my phone.
While taking my morning shower, I was making the mental note to remember the camera cord. It got me to thinking about the day I got my camera... almost 4 years ago to the day. I still love it as much as the day I got it.
Fast forward to an hour later. I got to school, put my stuff away, and went to grab my camera so I could snap the necessary picture. I dug through my purse and... no camera. Missing. Gone. My camera is ALWAYS in my purse. Has been for the last four years. Tried to stay calm. Ran back out to the car. Not there. Checked my cabinet in the classroom. Nope. Called Ethan to see if it was at the house. Of course not.
But I already knew that. You see, I don't put things in the wrong place. That may sound snobbish, but it's just the truth. Everything has a place. If something isn't at it's home base when I go to find it, then it typically means the item has been forever lost.
Good thing my planning period is the first part of the day, because I cried all of my makeup off. That poor little camera will never know how much it meant to me. It was there for all of the most beautiful moments of my life over the past four years. Most of those pictures are still saved on the camera to this day. I don't know where it is now, but I know it will always be missed.