Confessions

This weekend my dad and I took the girls to a park.  The sun was shinning and the wind was blowing.  Libby perched herself on a rock that overlooked the bay and Maggie chased the gentle tide.  It was picturesque to say the least.

 Of course I had my camera.  I captured things like their little feet sinking in the sand and the breeze dancing through their hair.  I had the camera bag across my chest and the actual camera slung across one shoulder for most of the day.  I sat down on a bench next to my  Dad and packed my camera back in the bag.  Maggie yanked herself up onto bench with us and knocked the bag to the ground, then my phone rang and I opened the front pouch of my camera bag to see if it was there.  That was the last time I remember seeing it.  A few minutes later Maggie started walking off, so we just followed her and headed back towards the car.  A few hours later, when I went to look at my pictures again I realized it was gone.   I searched high  and low for it, went back to the park, filed a police report, asked Facebook friends to pray for its happy return, all to no avail.

Our camera is gone.  I'm mourning it's loss.
Seriously.
 I didn't know how attached I was to it.  Today is actually the first day that I have even been able to look at my blog with out feeling very sad.  Our camera was only about 9 months old, we bought with birthday money from our family.  It was such a nice camera, I really didn't have to put much effort forth to get really lovely pictures.  The saddest part for Kev is the loss of quite a bit of money...The hardest part for me should be the same, but actually I am having the hardest time getting over the pictures that I lost.  There were so many beautiful ones on there.

I feel pretty helpless about the whole thing.  I don't know what we'll do to replace it.  Anybody have any suggestions for how I can make some extra money on the fly?  We leave for the mother land next month and it would be a shame to not have our own camera to capture Maggie's first trip across the pond.

 Until the time comes that we replace it, or by some miracle someone returns it, this blog will be accompanied by pictures from Instagram.  Thanks to my cousin Jill for snapping these few on Easter Sunday.

Thanks for the great pictures  lost camera.  You are missed.
Grace and Peace and Instagram

PS When I wake up at night, I'm still praying that the person who took it will feel bad about not turning it in and take it to the park rangers :)