Buried Treasure

As I was saying, Christina's been moving. She hasn't moved in 5 years. Sure, she moved down the hall once during that time, but she's never actually had to go through her stuff... other than the bedbug adventures, but we won't talk about that.

Throughout this process, every now and then I'd get a phone call about some item or other that we had forgotten even existed, and should she keep it or maybe I wanted it? It's my job to say No, you don't want it, please throw it out. I'm an irreplaceable member of the moving team. Without me, there would be no room in her new home.

As she was going through more stuff than the average person accumulates in 5 years, she came across two disposable waterproof cameras. There's only one thing that these little precious containers could contain: irreplaceable evidence of the Florida snorkeling trip three Christmases ago with my folks.

Christina handed them over to me to develop with the frugal reminder that there was still some film leftover in the camera. You know, because I need underwater cameras so often and there's nothing better to use than three year old film.

I developed them right away with little hope they contained anything good since the film was so old. To top it off, it had been a cloudy day making underwater pictures doubly hard to come out. I must admit they came out better than I expected. You can even tell there's a fish in some of them.

I went through one gray photo after another until I came across one picture that made it all worth it.

Mom.


I'm pretty sure she flipped over at some point.