Worth a Thousand Words

One day while I was in Northern Ireland I decided to go out and explore by myself. It was very rare to have a moment alone. The kids were busy with napping, set up was done. Everyone seemed to just go their own way. So I decided to do the same.

I remembered another beautiful church when we came into this little town and wanted to take a picture of it. So I decided to go off searching for it. It wasn't hard to find, being a small town. It was in the middle of the cobblestone town square. When it came into view I stopped and just marveled at it. So overwhelmed by the beauty of the church, the cobblestone street I failed to do one thing.... Watch my footing.

As I went to walk forward to take the picture I failed to realize the side walk had come to an end and walked off it, loosing my footing and falling in the middle of the cobblestone stone street on my hands and knees. Utterly embarrassed I awkwardly stood up, face red and in pain. I  dared a glance around my surrounding hoping no one saw. 

"Are you alright miss?!" Yelled a man from a bench next to a tree in the town square. Humiliation! Face red, I've been caught! "Uh yes!" Was all I could muster out while I made my retreat, first pausing to take the picture of the church. I was already there and dedicated. As I walked up the hill back in retreat with wet knees, bleeding palms and sore knees I shook my head. But was not defeated... I got my pic.