I snapped about 6 rolls during our stay and decided when I dropped the film off for developing that I would grab a few of the undeveloped rolls of film I had lying around in an attempt to whittle at that pile.  Oh, don’t even begin to tell me you don’t have one or two rolls of film lying undeveloped somewhere in a drawer.  You’ve got no idea what is on them or when they were taken–but you’ve got them.  I’ve got a box full.  Probably 20-30 rolls of undeveloped film.

It’s kind of like giving yourself a special treat or opening an almanac, stepping into a time machine when you finally get around to having the film processed.  You exclaim, “Oh, I remember that!  That was so much fun.  My, the kids have certainly grown.” Or you’ll comment, “Hmm….I don’t remember this.  Honey, where was this taken?”  Or you may lament, “Oh. My. GOD!!!  I honestly thought there was no film in the camera when we did that!  We were just playing!”

Anyway, one of the rolls was some black and whites taken just over two years ago.  As soon as I opened the package, I remembered exactly when and where they were taken.  I had taken the kids into the back yard late one evening.  We grabbed a few blankets, the lounge chairs and just sat.  We sat looking up into the dark, vast night sky spying stars and planets, hoping to catch a glimpse of a shooting star.  We talked, we laughed and we sat.  Enjoying the night sky and each other.

It was one of the best nights, ever!