Soooo…what’s the worst thing that can happen when you reach for your camera?
Dead. Dead as a doornail. Not even a blinking light to give me hope.
The good news?
There was no battery in it. The battery was out because it needed to be recharged. Nothings actually wrong with the camera. Oh, thank goodness!
Bad news?
The battery was not on the charger. Yep, it’s still dead. Dead as a doornail. (Whatever that means…)
More good news?
I’ve got a couple pictures for today and a bunch of pictures of blurry grass which the Ladybug has assured me are actually the 200 pictures of ladybugs she took for me for Mother’s Day. Now the d-e-a-d battery is making more sense…
So those will have to take the place of the pictures I wanted to show you of the adorable craft projects the kiddos brought home for me last week.
And here’s a couple scrapbook pages I worked on Sunday evening.
It was pretty soothing to spend a couple hours pouring over baby pictures of my little ones. It reminded me of all my blessings. Scrapbooking can offer a lot of emotional therapy as well as a creative outlet. Truly.
And of how much I love papercrafting. I just love everything about the beautiful papers, the patterns, the colors and textures (orange and blue might be a new favorite combo for me!)…the mix of old (see those buttons!) and new, and recycling scraps of this and that (that 6 inches of twine was like the energizer bunny, it just kept going and going…).
The Cowboy was born in the middle of a very dark time in my life. I was still struggling with a lot of serious depression and anxiety from losing my parents and there are honestly long gaps of time in that year that I hardly remember at all. Most of my maternity leave is a complete blur to me. I don’t have a lot of pictures, or a lot of memories to share with him about those early months. And that hurts. A lot.
But as I sat down to put these pages together, the most amazing thing happened…I felt love. Just love and love and love…washing over me. I don’t remember a lot of details, no. But those pictures reminded me did take me back some, and what I do remember is love. Loving my little cowboy until I thought my heart would break. Loving him even though I didn’t know who he was or who he would be or what he would do…loving him just for himself.
That’s what I wrote on the back of the page.
