C'est la Vie: Lost and Found

I was 99% sure when I made the phone call that I would find my camera. We were out at The Children's Museum last night and the possibility of having lost my camera was somewhat real. I am surprisingly good at keeping track of "things" in spite of the fact that I am generally kind of a space cadet. So, having scoured the house, dumped my purse, and rummaged through the car, I figured it was worth the phone call.

Sure enough, no camera had been turned in at the museum, so I went on with life, hoping it would turn up. Within the hour, it did. In the most unlikely of places: on my bedroom floor under my pajamas. I don't usually leave pajamas lying around, so imagine my surprise when I picked them up to find a camera underneath! Now when I was a teenager, sure. There were layers of clothing, towels, papers, and junk with who-knows-what lurking below. But as a mom, I find more stress in piles and disarray than I do in taking the extra time to just clean up. All that to say, finding the camera on the floor under a pile of stuff was a surprise. A pleasant one, but still a surprise.

So in honor of my discovery and for fear that I could lose them once more, here are some recent photos that lifted my spirits.

Sheer joy on the tire swing

A beautiful bush growing in my backyard, still unidentified

Graduation from Jr. Kindergarten

My mother's day breakfast. Yes, those are candy conversation hearts...YUM!