stop and smell the old cameras

Spent some time last night looking for my digital camera and never found what I needed (my 2 year old has hidden it somewhere, I'm convinced). I did find, however, a very old 35mm that belong to my husband's dad and that made me all kinds of happy inside. Probably because it reminded me of my own dad taking family pictures during our yearly trips to the beach. Thanks, Hannah, for losing mamãe's digi.