My husband arrived early to pick me up from work, and he texted me that he had a bad day. So I finish up all my work and go out there, and he is in his pajamas, which is strange. I remember leaving him in his jeans.
“Why are you in your pajamas?”
“Because I fell up to here,” he said, pointing to his neck. “In water.”
And then he proceeded to tell me that my camera was with him when he fell.
My camera. My expensive digital camera. The camera I photoblog with. The camera I love. He had two lenses on him too that went into the water.
Goodbye, little camera.
After breathing quickly and not knowing what to think, I told Dillon to just drive. So we drove. My mind processed the fact that I didn’t have a camera.
And I was okay with it. It’s just a camera, after all.
So I spent the next hour trying to cheer Dillon up. But life is still good. Camera-less, but good.