Alex and Chloe and I popped over to Holyrood Park yesterday afternoon for a bit of a change of scenery from the flat. Chloe has just started taking some steps on her own which is quite exciting. I think three is the most she's managed so far. Getting there one step at a time! So I wrapped her and we walked over to the park then let her down to wander about. Alex was encouraging her and I was following them around, snapping away with the camera.
After a while I happened to look down at myself and it took a good few seconds to register what I was seeing. The chain I wear my wedding and engagement rings on around my neck was hanging on the outside of my shirt, but it wasn't a chain I was looking at. All I could see were two dangling ends and no rings in sight. Cue massive internal panic attack. I may have looked fairly calm but I was shitting myself inside. Alex looked over at me.
"What's wrong?"
"My chain."
"What about it?"
"Look, it's broken." *rising panic in my voice*
"Okaaaay." *clearly not grasping the significance*
"My rings were on it. They've fallen off. Somewhere."
Alex surveyed the wide, open park, a look of resignation on his face. That's when I had a thought and, not daring to hope, looked down my top. Nestled in my bra were the two beauties. Cue massive sigh of relief. Horseshoe up my ass or what?
The shots are really wonderful, Leigh; they capture those first moments in an lovely intimate way. I especially love the first shot: big wide world out there. Now you're standing on your own two feet.
ReplyDeleteAs for the rings, you got mighty lucky there!