Sad

I was leaning over the kitchen counter reading something with Madeline in my arms when she reached over, grabbed my camera strap, and flung my camera (which had the external flash hooked on) onto my tile kitchen floor. My camera had been inside the case, but apparently if it’s not zipped up inside, it isn’t safe. I went hysterical, let’s be honest. The external flash busted off and into pieces, the batteries popped out and flew through the air, and the lens cap rolled across the floor. Did I mention that I went hysterical? It would be one thing if it was just a camera, but to me, it isn’t just a camera. It’s my favorite hobby, one of my greatest joys, and a part of me. And expensive.
My reaction made Madeline start sobbing too. Luckily my mom was visiting, so she took Madeline while I went to my camera. The external flash is broken. The pop-up flash on my camera is broken too. My camera still works and I’m grateful to say that my lens didn’t break, so I guess it could be worse. But I’m still very sad. Despite it all, my thoughts quickly turned back to Madeline. I love her with all my heart and I’m grateful that it was my camera and not her that cracked into pieces on my kitchen floor this morning. Some things can’t be replaced.