Things break. People die. Pain happens.
The Morning My Favorite Mug Died
Saturday was my morning to sleep in, and I reveled in the sun rising slowly through my upstairs window and filtering gently onto the bed.
I’m usually up before the sun—sneaking down into the great room to do my morning exercise and check my email before the little one wakes.
Getting to sleep in brings me back to another life— a long-lost time when long leisurely mornings were the norm.
I rose to a hot shower, taking my time to dress and put on my face cream, listening to my daughter’s small voice downstairs “reading” memorized lines from her favorite book.
It was a gentle morning, the snow outside blanketing the forest with silence.
Making my way down the stairs to the kitchen, I began my beloved routine to make my morning latte—choosing a favorite mug my grandmother got me, frothing the milk, watching the crema on the espresso shot fill the bottom of the cup.
As I poured the milk, creamy white nourishment swirling together with the deep roasted espresso, I noticed a scratching in my throat—it had been bothering me all week.
I called over my shoulder to my husband, sitting in an armchair in the corner, “Do you have a sore throat?”
“No, why?”
“Just wondering... I’ve had one for about a week now.”
Suddenly I had an overwhelming urge to look up strep throat. I immediately grabbed my phone and typed in my query, quickly clicking on a response.
Staring at my screen, I absent-mindedly grabbed my coffee and took a sip.
“Mmmm…” I let a small moan of pleasure escape. It was the best coffee I’d made in a while, and it was exactly what I wanted at that moment.
Still reading my phone and wondering whether I should get my throat checked… without paying attention, I set my mug down on the edge of the counter.
CRASH! BANG! SPLASH!
My coffee toppled from the precarious spot on the edge of the cutting board, bounced off my daughter’s step stool, and smashed onto the slate tiles, splashing my legs and leaving me stunned.
Coffee was everywhere!
The damage to my favorite mug was catastrophic.
(My daughter Isabelle would later say the mug died.)
My quiet morning disappeared in a flash.
I took a deep breath, wanting to cry.
Warding off the little one (who always wants to help), I moved to get a towel to clean up the mess.
I could feel myself breathing steadily, trying to process the loss of the mug… the change in my morning.
Mopping my frothing coffee off the floor instead of drinking it was frustrating and disappointing.
My wet socks and pants added insult to injury.
The pain was small in the scope of a life… but in that moment, it still hurt.
When the rather extreme amounts of creamy coffee were finally mopped up, I said “goodbye” to my best mug, headed upstairs to change my clothes, and came back down to make a new coffee.
Finally sitting down with a steaming latte, I immediately typed into Google “20oz ceramic mug handmade” to see if I could at least buy myself a replacement.
What the $#@%?!
IMMEDIATE SHOCK OVERWHELMED ME
… AGAIN.
$70 for a freakin’ mug?
This is insane!
The beautiful, handmade mug that my grandmother gave me must have cost her an arm and a leg.
I couldn’t find anything comparable for less than $50!
So much for replacing it! 🤷🏻♀️
Staring out at the trees from my seat by the fire, I knew I couldn’t “fix” this.
My mug would never heal.
But I would.
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Things break. People die. Pain happens.
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Breathing deep,