Monday, September 14, 2009

Broken Bowl Breaks My Heart

For my birthday this year Jon got me 6 latte bowls from Anthropologie. It was the first present he had given me. We had been shopping a couple of months before and I had mentioned that I like the bowls in red. Just in passing. It wasn't a hint or anything. We met in Jacksonville the weekend of my birthday (in June) and he gave me the bowls. I was so surprised that he remembered. I was even more surprised that he had left South Carolina early (he never gets off work early) and went to Athropologie by himself and bought them for me.

I have bowls. Of all shapes and sizes. But I use Jon's bowls whenever possible. I had gotten some take out soup this weekend and was getting a bowl down and I dropped one. Besides breaking my leg skiing I am not a clumsy person. I cannot tell you the last time I have broken anything. Especially in the kitchen. I called Jon. Crying. Like a baby. I was so upset. Of course, he was nonplussed. "It's alright sugie, we can buy another bowl. It doesn't mean anything. I know that is why you are so upset." He so gets me.

I saved the big pieces. Maybe one day when we have a house of our own I will make something with the broken pieces of porcelain. Or maybe not. I just didn't have the heart to throw them away.