I started collecting vintage teacups a few years ago. I don't have very many because I don't buy one just for the sake of buying it. A teacup has to speak to me. I'm drawn to delicate china, roses, unique and different shapes, and the sheer beauty of it. If it makes me happy to gaze upon it and hold it in my hand, it will come home with me!
As much as I love my teacups, I realize they are just things. Beautiful things that make me happy, but not important in the grand scheme of things. But when Michael bumped the buffet and I heard the sound of china breaking, I held my breath. He turned and looked at me and told me he was sorry as he picked up the broken pieces. I think my heart broke a little when I saw it, and I admit to shedding a tear or two.
I thought the broken pieces were still beautiful and so were the dying and faded roses on the dining room table. It made me think of how we as women can go through some pretty tough times during our life. Events that can leave us feeling broken or feeling like we're dying inside. Broken hearts, broken spirits, broken relationships. Even though that's how we feel, those pieces are still just as beautiful as they were when they were whole. After we've healed and put the pieces back together, I think we're even more beautiful because the brokeness and feelings of having died a little bit, makes us stronger and wiser.
