crashed

Last night Catherine and I had just finished a romantic pizza-wine-candlelight dinner, and I was in the kitchen doing something when I heard a bump in the dining room, followed by a mighty crash of glass, then another and another! A wave of crashes.

I raced in and turned on the lights, and NO — the blinds were waving in the window we'd opened for fresh November air, and the gorgeous Thai serving bowls were knocked off the sill, shattered on the floor. Those bowls were our wedding present to each other. We never even got the chance to use them. Foolishness, keeping them there.

We didn't have the heart to clean up last night. They're still there, waiting for us to pick up the shards, sweep the floor, and move on.

Selah.