Day 19: Broken Glass

As I was relaxing for the first time all day after a hard few hours cleaning out our kids' playroom and our son's bedroom and thinking about the treasure trove of information I had to use for today's post. I heard a bone-chilling, smashing of glass. I rushed to the kitchen to find one of my favorite (and few) glasses on the floor in many chunky pieces. The aftermath is pictured above on the right side of the picture. The left side is one of the three remaining Swiss Cafe glasses from the Williams-Sonoma collection of 2009. They no longer make this pattern. I love these glasses because they are made of thick glass and take a lot of beating. They are not indestructible, however, and three have become victims to our tile flooring.

I was planning on discussing the wonderfully therapeutic outcome of deep cleaning our playroom. We removed all furniture and toys and rearranged to a new Zen perfection. I was going to elaborate about how I was so excited to have been able to rest for a few minutes on the futon (in sofa position) in the room for the first time in years. As great a project as that was, the tinkling glass gave me pause. It made me realize that like life relationships, sometimes they pass without a blink of an eye.

See, I really treasured that glass. I lovingly washed it. I enjoyed every drink I ever had from it. I took great care putting it away. In a sense, I did everything I could to protect it. It was taken from me, much too early. How did this come to pass? One of the twins was just trying to fill her Barbie pool. After a brief moment of panic about glass shards. I calmly vacuumed the small bits and put the large ones into a box. Then I quietly filled the pool using the tea kettle with nice cold water from the faucet.

So even though, I am sad to lose my favorite glass, at least we still have three more. Perhaps I will find more at a yard sale or even on Ebay. If not, I will have to look for a suitable replacement and maybe, just maybe, that glass will be the new best glass ever.

This song was playing on the radio as we were driving to church this morning... It is the antithesis of happy, but I felt compelled to include it here.