Before I had the strokes, I had a secret love affair.
My husband knew about it.
My kids were subjected to it so often they rolled their eyes.
I mean, we are talking passion.
The hot, steamy flames of a thousand suns.
I loved my camera.
I hated that the hobby that was gone.
I tried so hard but it wasn’t the right hand. It wasn’t the right eye. It was backwards.
The camera didn’t like me anymore.
I had to learn that pictures just wouldn’t be where my heart was anymore.
Then she brought a tripod that worked on a wheelchair.
I could make it work with just one hand.
In a way that made me happy.
Made me feel whole.
When I get a tripod of my own, life will change again.
I’m going to get the hobby back.
I’m going to be in love again.
(I took this picture today with the tripod I tried out. I was so excited to get pictures of the kids on my own again, they were rolling their eyes in no time!)