Sunday, February 17, 2008
Bye, Bye Denby
When we got married, we registered for Denby pottery for our everyday dishes. I love it and it is so pretty. And, oh not so cheap. Well, we have been married for nine years without breaking a piece. Amazing. This morning, Peter came into the room and said, "Grayson and I just accidently broke a Denby plate." I was sad, shocked, but thought I would just shake it off. Well, tonight, Grayson in a moment of frustration accidently knocked a bowl off the counter and scattered a Denby bowl. Two in one day. What are the odds? I was thinking I should just smash a third and get it over with. Don't these things always come in threes? I really felt a little like crying the second time, but immediately the thought of storing up my treasures in Heaven rather than Earth crossed my mind. That was clearly from the Lord and not me. I'm sure I can find more Denby on Ebay or use some of the other 40 million dishes I seem to own. It isn't a big deal, really. I do think I will leave the Denby to Grayson. He probably won't mind an incomplete set. Poor kid, he is so tired from the room change and lack of sleep that he can hardly see straight. We did try putting them down separately tonight with a lot of success. However, they were very tired.