The Christmas in which the little girl gets the pony

Do you remember being a little kid and asking for a pony or a puppy or whatever every single year for Christmas? I remember. I knew I wanted that pony and I knew I would never, ever get it, not in a million years. But that didn't stop me from asking each and every year. Gradually I grew up and realized I was never actually going to get a pony so I stopped asking and instead focused on narrowing my wish list to items I might actually receive.

About four or five years ago I realized the pony was back on my wish list in the form of a Nikon D40x. I've been begging and pleading and trying to convince Joe that a DSLR of that caliber would benefit our whole family for years now. I asked and explained and begged in such a way that I knew I would never actually get it, but I sure hoped I would.

I relented a bit the past few years. Until this year I never even really asked for one for Christmas because one costs way, way, WAY (did I mention WAAAAAAY!) more than Joe or I ever spend on each other for Christmas.

But this year I got my pony. The Nikon D40x has been phased out, but sitting under the tree this year, wrapped with a pretty red bow, was a Nikon D5000. I'm not kidding, after I opened it I actually cried. This is my anniversary present this year and my birthday present too and I am still beyond excited. JUST beyond.

Look at this picture:



I could never have done that with my old Canon point and shoot. Never.

I have been pinching myself constantly since Christmas to remind myself that it's true. That and taking a LOT of pictures.