Don’t cry over spilt milk? Don’t cry over dropped ice cream!
We took A&A for their first beach day this year and it was great. We packed everything up (but forgot our beach tent and beach mat…), left early in the morning on a Friday, abandoned naps, and headed 2 hours South to one of the nicer lakes in Alberta – Sylvan Lake.
It was a great day, but half way through it I nearly lost my ice cream.
I don’t mean figuratively (not like I’m trying to invent a new way to say “I lost my marbles”), I literally nearly lost my precious Big Moo double scoop (cookie dough + dark chocolate caramel) ice cream cone.
Which is a big deal because that ice cream is like cold gold.
I found some cute flooring, black & white tiles like it shows in the photo, and decided I should take a picture of my delicious ice cream and the floor.
Unfortunately, for me to get my bump, shorts, feet, and ice cream in the frame I needed to tilt my ice cream cone to 70° angle and attempt to rest my phone on my chest to stabilize my shaky-phone-holding hand. I should also mention it was a hot day.
It wasn’t until 3 still blurry photos in I decided it wasn’t worth it, and a big dollop of ice cream fell on the floor (you can see the bit of chocolate ice cream falling in the photo).
I looked up at Matt and he was shaking his head pointing at my ice cream cone. The 2 scoops were about to join that other smaller piece on the floor. My cone was completely lopsided.
I can guarantee if my ice cream had fallen on the floor I would have been chapped. And I would only have myself to blame for #1 dropping my ice cream and #2 not getting a good pic… my day would have soured exactly in that moment.
But I was given a second chance! I enjoyed my ice cream. In my opinion, I redeemed my day even further by staying present with my family and enjoying the rest of our beach day.
I realized that photos don’t prove anything, even though we now live in an extremely visual, social media driven world. I want my daughters to have memories that they don’t need a photo to remember them by (though at this age they probably will not remember much…).
I have feeling in 15 years my children will not give a what to see a perfect, Instagram-worthy photo of my feet and ice cream cone to recall the wonderful day at the beach… at least I would feel the same way if my mom pulled a similar photo out to help me remember a beach day from 20 years ago!
P.S. Maybe I’ll tell you another time about how I botched 2 Instax Mini photos of my bff (stupid reset light settings) on this same beach day… I clearly need to stay on the DSLR!