The tell-tale sound of glass breaking pulled me from my desk where I was marking a few papers while my hubby got supper. I went into the kitchen to find John at the sink washing up dishes and very upset because he had just accidentally broken one of our favorite mugs. Way back when I was single and living in New Hampshire I picked up a couple of really cool clear glass snow flake mugs at Hannaford's. They're awesome- big, but not two big. Now we only have one.
Since we've been married John has broken two of my grandmother's juice glasses and a favorite blue ceramic coffee mug that a friend had given me as a birthday gift. It's purely accidental. It's not like he's accident prone or rough. It just happens.
I'm disappointed the mug got broken. I'll miss it- it was nice having matching mugs. I don't know if I'll ever be able to find a replacement. But it's a mug. It's stuff. As my friend Cathy used to say, "It's all going to burn anyway"! We place so much meaning or value on stuff and get upset when something happens to it. Really, I'm so blessed. I have health and love. What more do I need?