Yesterday we headed out for a play date with our good friends at Fairyland. Yes, there is such a place – and in all honesty, it’s pretty cool. The hubs and I had our doubts, but upon arrival at the gates of Fairyland, we all gawked in awe and glee. This was the moment I reached for my camera to document the moment, and the camera – just like my daughter had this week, fell and went boom.
My heart wrenched into a wicked knot, I grabbed at the camera knowing full well from the horrid sound it had made when it hit the ground that it was all over. The camera had really fallen and went boom. And, when I turned it on, it made a sick-whirring-grinding noise.
So, my husband is a photographer (seriously, check out these before and after pictures!), but only had his cell phone along. He was put in charge of documenting the day while I tried not to stress over the loss of my camera. We made our way through wonderful Fairyland and enjoyed a beautiful day with our friends. I put my camera disaster in my back pocket and decided to move on.
That is, until we got into the car! My husband had already determined what my new camera would be – which was basically the new camera he was dreaming of with all these fun settings, things, buttons, knobs, adjustments…
My new-camera-buying heart sank as I listened to his excitement. I knew I needed to put my foot down and stand up for myself. I felt a fight coming on, the super-silent treatment, and maybe a later heated “discussion” as to why I wasn’t going to go with his camera-of-choice.
But, I did it! I stood my ground, told him to buy his own dream point-and-shoot camera, and let me get what I wanted. After a short silent treatment, he relented and I won!
I’m off to go camera shopping! I’ll let you know what I pick up.