A couple of weeks ago, I had the misfortune of dropping my brand new camera and my most expensive lens. Fortunately, the good people of Nikon were able to fix them both and send them back to me. I had meant to insure the camera as soon as I bought it, but I was so excited to use it, I forgot. That would be a very, very costly mistake. Ah experience, why must you be such a cruel and expensive teacher?
This time when my camera arrived, I did the smart thing and took it to the insurance office (along with all of my gear). Then I took it all home, put it in the corner, and left it there. Partly because I am afraid I will drop it again. But mostly because I don't feel worthy of having such nice equipment. And oddly enough, I just didn't have the desire to take any photographs. Perhaps it is my way of punishing myself for such a bonehead maneuver. Whatever the reason, it is the first time in two years that I didn't feel compelled to photograph something, anything.
I fed the girls dinner, they took a shower and got dressed for bed. I turned on the TV so they could veg out. A little while later, I noticed it was very quiet. I tiptoed down the hall, peeked into my room and found the sweetest thing. My babies, who are usually running 110 miles per hour (especially when it is time to go to bed) were fast asleep. And for the first time in weeks, I pulled out my camera. Because I wanted to freeze this moment in time so I can always remember how fortunate I am to have these two little girls in my life. For those times when I question why I ever wanted to have children, one look at these photos will remind me that it is all worth it. The tantrums, the potty training, the fight to brush teeth and the nightly battle to go to bed in their own beds, they are all a part of our life and I wouldn't trade it for all the Louis Vuitton on the planet. Not as long as I can have moments like this.
My cup runneth over.