So we went upstairs, Isaac looking forward to holding his baby brother again, me that I could finally take the photo in the perfect light.
And as I adjusted my settings, I came to a terrible realization.
My go-to, mulehorse of a lens, Canon 50mm 1.4 would not focus.
Nervously, I reset it on the camera.
I turned the camera off and then back on.
Finally, I ensured that it was definitely on auto-focus and not manual.
Next I tried to use manual to focus.
This whole time Isaac is eagerly anticipating being given Ezra to hold.
We were both in tears, for very different reasons as I ran downstairs to confirm whether it was the lens or the camera.
It was definitely the lens.
And as the loss of my lens hit me, as I sweat in my air conditioning-less house, my patience with Isaac grew paper thin. As he whined to hold Ezra and have his picture taken, I snapped right back at him that I was upset my camera was broken. Immediately he changed to, "It's okay. It's okay, mama." I however, wasn't as convinced.
Thankful to have a back up, I took my 50mm 1.8 to the county fair last night and cried again.
Because this is the face I saw in the mirror when I went to take a picture of Isaac with his glasses on.
It was the words though, coupled with that face. Why was my little boy so happy and excited?
Because he heard the shutter snap and he repeatedly shouted "Your camera mama! Your camera works! It works!"
Oh yes, I cried.