I've been depressed for two days, crying for one of those days. I thought my entire iphoto album was gone forever. You see, I managed to fill a huge amount of my computer memory with photos and there was no more room in the inn.
Ryan went to those geniuses and they said to move my photos to an external hard drive, which is what we thought we did, but you know how those geniuses are, with their lightening finger clicking and scrolling. You think you'll remember what they tell you to do, making it look as easy as putting together a PB & J sandwich.
Before we knew it all photos were gone. Really. I cried, all those birthdays and vacations, and even the photos that never make it to a blog or grandparents, but you love to scroll through and smile as you remember the exact moment you took them. I knew I needed to come to grips and so was trying to be grateful for so much good in my life.
5 healthy children, a husband who cherishes me,
my faith, my green counters,
that I have nice ankles [my grandma always told me so, so it must be true], really, I was counting my blessings, naming them one by one.
It was more and more encouraging and eye opening to identify what provides true color and vibrance in my life.
The box of mangos Ryan brought home from the little Asian grocery store around the corner,
and the orange tulips sitting on the table, all suddenly seemed more fragrant and beautiful.
I went to visit those geniuses again today, and there was good news, I almost hugged that man from across the counter.
Happy April indeed.