What once was lost...

now is found! 

Two days before we left for China to adopt Jackson, I lost our camera.  I was devastated. Not due to the loss of the camera, per se, (although I was upset about that) but because of the photos that were on the camera.

I am happy to report that the camera (and photos on it) was found in the bottom of my closet.  Amidst a pile of shoes.  My shoes.  Man, am I ever embarrassed.  So what do I do?  Tell the world!  I am so relieved.  This is yet another answered prayer.  I am still puzzled as to how the camera ended up where it did.  My husband says he believes it had "help".

So now my thought is:  now that we have two cameras, I can take the old one with me everywhere and catch those pictures I always seem to be missing.  Like the other day, when Jackson walked into the den in my high-heeled shoes, wearing a pull-up and a smile, waving his sister's foam sword around.  I mean, come on, we are talking teenage blackmail photos of the future here!

Here's to having two cameras.  So, smile and say, "cheese!"