What was lost is now found

Hair Salon The day of the wedding, I brought my camera to the hair salon and took photos. I also planned to bring it to the head table at the reception to take some fun photos of my own. However, between the hair salon and the church, my camera became missing. Several people searched my car when they heard I couldn’t find it. Of course, I’m not sure how they got the keys to my car, but I am not concerned about that. I’ve always assumed that it was in my car in some unchecked corner. I just never looked myself. I kept thinking, I will when it’s nicer out. And then I didn’t. And then it snowed when it should be nice, several times.

On Saturday, to mark our one-quarter anniversary, I found my camera in one of the outside pockets of my small suitcase. When I left the salon, I remember I had a lot of things in my hands and I knew my suitcase would be coming with me into the church, so I put my camera in there (because I didn’t want to spend time unzipping the whole thing). The only problem with that plan is that I did not remember doing it. I only found it because as we were ready to go to Big Stone City, I remembered I needed to pack a necklace and (because I didn’t want to spend time unzipping the whole thing), I put it in an outside pocket. The same outside pocket where my camera had found a new home.

And I just spent the last few minutes searching for my camera cord. It didn’t take me as long to find it.

It’s too bad I didn’t have it for Disney World, but at least I have it now. See the missing ten photos at the beginning of Our Wedding album.