~unbroken~
A couple of weeks back I was in the spare bedroom putting up the last of the things before our home officially went on the market. I wanted everything to look just right for anyone who might walk through the house. I was taking a few last minute pictures when suddenly I heard a crash and the sound of a gazillion pieces of broken glass shards hitting the hardwood floor behind me. It was a sickening feeling because I knew that one of the two things that landed on the floor was one of the very last gifts that my mother gave to me before she passed away in 2007.
I turned around to see the pieces everywhere, tiny shards that looked like they could slice a finger right off of your hand and not feel bad about it. My heart sunk because I knew that my sweet little glass box with a butterfly on the top was gone. I could remember seeing my mom's smiling face that October day as she handed me the tiny package and explained to me what it was.
I loved that little glass box and cherished it always.
Mike grabbed the broom and dustpan while I went about the task of pushing stuff out of the way to sweep up the remnants. Much to my surprise, I found the lid of the little box just lying there on the floor, all intact. The little butterfly still sat securely on the top, exactly as it was in October of 2001. I couldn't believe it! The broken pieces belonged to a little glass angel that I had bought several years back, one that I had paid way too much for to begin with. I looked and looked for the bottom of the box, feeling sure that it more than likely had broken but it was nowhere to be found. Mike suggested checking under the bed and sure enough there it was as well.
Unbroken.
It took me all of about 10 seconds to be thankful that the fragile thing that broke was the most expensive of the two.
I don't know what the lesson was in all of this but it did remind to think about what was most important to me. Was it the glass angel, one that I coveted for several weeks before paying way more than I should have to purchase it? Or was it the free gift, one that had been placed into my hands that day from a mother who rejoiced in the giving of it?
The answer to that is just plain simple.
She has been gone for so long now, but the memory of her love for me shall always be in my heart. Thank you Mom~
I turned around to see the pieces everywhere, tiny shards that looked like they could slice a finger right off of your hand and not feel bad about it. My heart sunk because I knew that my sweet little glass box with a butterfly on the top was gone. I could remember seeing my mom's smiling face that October day as she handed me the tiny package and explained to me what it was.
"It's not much," she said.
"I got it for free with a magazine subscription and I thought you might like it for your dresser," she explained.And she was right.
I loved that little glass box and cherished it always.
Mike grabbed the broom and dustpan while I went about the task of pushing stuff out of the way to sweep up the remnants. Much to my surprise, I found the lid of the little box just lying there on the floor, all intact. The little butterfly still sat securely on the top, exactly as it was in October of 2001. I couldn't believe it! The broken pieces belonged to a little glass angel that I had bought several years back, one that I had paid way too much for to begin with. I looked and looked for the bottom of the box, feeling sure that it more than likely had broken but it was nowhere to be found. Mike suggested checking under the bed and sure enough there it was as well.
Unbroken.
It took me all of about 10 seconds to be thankful that the fragile thing that broke was the most expensive of the two.
I don't know what the lesson was in all of this but it did remind to think about what was most important to me. Was it the glass angel, one that I coveted for several weeks before paying way more than I should have to purchase it? Or was it the free gift, one that had been placed into my hands that day from a mother who rejoiced in the giving of it?
The answer to that is just plain simple.
She has been gone for so long now, but the memory of her love for me shall always be in my heart. Thank you Mom~
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