We forgot the camera
I rarely go into the upstairs of the house these days because the only things up there are two guest rooms and storage. But I’ve decided to bring the desk down from the small guest room for my foster daughter to use, so I went up this morning to measure it so that I know where to put it when it comes downstairs next weekend.
When I opened the top drawer I smiled as I saw a stack of drawings that my now 13-year-old nephew has left behind. But when I unfolded one, in particular, I laughed.
Here’s why: A few months after Paul died, my nephews came out to visit. It was my first time having company since his death and I knew it was going to be difficult. Thankfully, Parker and Haden understood how hard it would be for me and were not terribly uncomfortable when I was upset. I’m sure it was hard on them, too, since it was the first time they were in my home without their Uncle Paul around to tell them jokes and teach them to juggle.
One of the things we did was take a hike up Kamiak Butte. It was my first time tackling the hill without Paul. And once we got to the top, I took my first post-Paul “we forgot the tripod” shot – something that was actually more difficult than I imagined it would be.
And I laughed at that specific picture because it was a ‘we forgot the camera’ drawing of the three of us at the top of the butte.
So now I have our tripod-less photo of the trip, a shot of the three of us that another hiker took, and a camera-less drawing that Parker did.
3 Replies to “We forgot the camera”
How precious! It’s good you decided to go upstairs! 😀
Awesomeness runs in the family then
Absolutely! Awesomeness runs deep in this family. Some family members just don’t let on how awesome they are!