I thought about just saying "omg such spring" and leaving that as the writing for this post, but no. I'll tell you the story behind this night even if it is painful to talk about it. So, this is for you... <3
Before we get started.. I bought these bracelets with the full intention of giving them to friends when I got back, but nope. Couldn't part with them. No shame.
So our story begins on Saturday evening when I went with Rachel to my best friend's family photo session.
First stop was this amazing car I found next to where we parked. Notice I don't have my purse in this photo. (I clearly did not)
Probably my favorite section was this tulip garden. I mean HELLO can you even???
Photographer Rachel gettin in the zone. Werk it sista friend.
Ok, so... very long/stressfull story made short:
Rachel and I met up at goodwill before the photoshoot, and I asked to ride with her to Colonial Williamsburg (10 min away), because I was worried about us both being able to find parking spots. I locked the car and threw the keys in my purse and jumped in Rachel's. We had a fabulous few hours with our friends but when Rachel drove me back to my car and I went to grab my keys, I realized I didn't have them. In fact... I didn't have my purse at all. (Keep in mind the sun is setting and soon it will be dark and I don't know how long I've been missing them and we walked all over CW for the photos so it could be anywhere and my bag also has all of my money, debit card, car registration, and insurance card) I ran into goodwill and freaked out everyone my frantically running down the isles and stopping everyone to see if they had seen it. I then hopped back in rachel's car and we raced (going the speed limit kids) back to CW to try to find it. I ran to the spot where I took the photo with the old car, because that's the first place I can remember putting it down. It was no where to be seen. I felt sick and helpless and didn't know what to do. I texted my two best friends to ask for prayers when Caitie (who was at the photoshoot) responded "YOUR MOM CALLED MRS SWAN HAS IT. I REPEAT MRS SWAN FOUND IT AND HAS IT.) Like whoa what are the chances another friend would have happened to stop and find it and actually know me???? Rachel called Mrs Swan and turns out she just found it when they were on a scavenger hunt and checked inside and was like "oh it's Hannah's!", and they were now using it for the scavenger hunt because they needed something that started with the letter "P".
*insert surprised emoji* *insert laughing crying face emoji*
When I told my parents about it when I got home they obviously freaked out and were sure that someone could have found the keys and then found the car and stolen it. So basically then I got grounded for two weeks.
And that's the story. I don't think I'll ever lose my purse again.