"If you find a thing lost for many years, will be the answer to dry those tears."
My Daddy Jack (grandfather) used to say that. Daddy Jack was an enigma to me, so I never really understood his "old world speak". He was raised in west Tennessee, had 5 sisters (poor fella was the youngest) and was very magickal in his own way. Scotch/Irish, hard as nails and direct to a fault. He was the one who taunted me with the fae when I would visit in the summertime. He told me I would never see any living in the desert, that the "little people" needed some cover to flourish and live. So, I had better keep a close eye peeled while I was visiting Tenn. because they had the very best fae anywhere. He insisted that he had had proof they existed. When I asked where it was, he would say the above quote, saying he had lost it years before. Cool operator my Daddy Jack.
Anyway, to the real reason I started this post....I found something I lost in 2007. Well I didn't, Sweet Man did when clearing out the computer room.
We are, as you may or may not be aware, still in the midst of the 52 card pickup version of home beautiful. Still have lots to accomplish before we can just settle in and be satisfied with everyone having their own rooms and spaces decluttered etc. Getting ready to paint our old computer room/study which will become Shelley's new room, thereby moving GereaKaye into her own bedroom so Ry can have his own room, we cleared out our coat closet. Seems like we've been at this forever...well, we have. This closet is where we have stored our tax returns and other manner of junque. And in a basket with odds and ends my husband finds my missing camera.
Not just a camera but the camera of my dreams, which I was sure I had left on Sandia Crest when the kids and Shelley visited us for spring break 2007. I searched everywhere (but obviously not this basket) for this very expensive camera, to no avail. I was heartbroken, not so much because of the cost of the camera itself, but because of the loss of the pictures of the grands and Shel. I cried for weeks. I know it seems stupid now, but I was convinced I would not have the kids back here for a very long time at that point. Things were awful back then. I also thought that maybe losing the camera with pictures of the kids was a sign of my loss of them as well. After awhile I just lost hope for all of it. The camera, the grands and us being close again.
So it is interesting at a time that my frustration level for not having a rubber walled house to accomodate what I so longed for back then would produce the very camera that held their sweet images safely tucked away for all these years.....right here where they belong. See Daddy Jack's magic worked. I just accidentally hid them away so that they would come to find themselves safely back home years later. And I have my wonderful camera back too.
Now if I can just remember how to download the images, I'll share the pictures of the much younger grands soon.