Guess who has a digital camera? After what seemed forever. My other camera is still missing! Still getting use to this camera and all its functions. When I get around to buying that point and shoot Olympus camera I really want, I’ll just use this one. This picture isn’t one of my best, but like my friend Munchow once said that even the most imperfect pictures can appear perfect to someone else. The more I stared at it, the more I liked it. I get a sense of peace, calm, quiet, serene and haunting sense from it.
Last night, we went to an artsy town by my mom’s house and walked around. The Victorian carriage ride you see here was just taking off with the latest group of people in it after dropping us off. I was fumbling around my purse for my camera to snap a picture of the horse “Butch”, but before I could hold still, Butch decided to take off almost sprinting down the road! Nevertheless, I was able to take a somewhat fuzzy picture as a result. The carriage ride itself was nice and peaceful. There is something really cool about hearing the rhythm of horse’s hooves on the road as you take in the scenery around you. As we rode down the street, people would wave hello and take pictures. The stores were lit up and the Christmas decorations were hanging with candles inside windows. The night was very foggy and chilly which only added to the mood. Earlier we had stopped in the cutest store to look at what they had (ok, we were really there to eat the pecan and chocolate cookies) and came away with some great smelling Australian soaps. The couple that owned the store were the nicest store owners I’ve come across in ages and their flower arrangements were outstanding. I seriously have them in mind for anything I might need them for in the future. So, while we were riding on the carriage ride, we saw them standing outside the store talking and when they saw us, they waved hello and smiled real big.
Earlier in the day, a woman who I used to babysit for her 6 children had stopped by my mom’s house for a visit. Her youngest is 15 years old now who is popular in school, on the football team, making good grades and very happy. When he was a toddler, he was “my baby”. I loved that kid as if he was my own! He was just the cutest little thing and I just took real good care of him. Of course, her other kids were just as amazing and I took them to parks all the time and we would all have a great time. Anyways, so his mom told me that she and him had talked about me recently and she said in his exact words: “I remember her! Oh, mom. I’ll always love her.” She said he just adored me and hearing that just warmed my heart. I have good memories of babysitting her children.
Moral of the story. You never know the impact you’ll have on children even at the earliest age, so treat them with respect and lots of love. They’ll always remember you for that.