It's such a small, simple thing, yet I treasure it as if it were made of Belleek China, crafted in Ireland. I don't know if my Aunt Mitzi purchased her at a grocery store, a kitschy gift shop, or the early 70's equivalent of Walmart. Maybe Aunt Mitzi received her as a gift. Costing all of a dollar, I'm certain, she's been used on a daily basis since I acquired her almost five years ago, taking her from her previous home in Indianapolis to our little mountain town here in Virginia.
So this morning, when she slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor, you can imagine my shout of despair, followed by tears of sorrow. Libbey was barely able to finish her breakfast, as she repeatedly comforted, "It's OK Mommy...we can glue it back together...it will be fine."
No. It's just my heart. Bleeding on the inside.
I don't know how I can enjoy my morning cup of coffee without having her wholly with me. But I'll take what's left, because she's not only a constant reminder of my late aunt, but also the tiniest bit of joy in my daily routine.
Holly Hobbie, I love you. You are still the best spoon rest in the entire world. Please forgive me as I wipe these tears I've shed over your demise. Some might say you're only a possession...just a trinket amongst many. Be that as it may, you are also a member of our family...even slightly damaged.