This morning I was cleaning the bathroom. My nickname is the "Buster". Things sometimes break when I'm around. Today it happened. I knew that someday it would. I knocked over a really special candle that I have on the bathroom counter. It's inside a glass jar.
I love that candle. I suppose I loved the thing itself. It was mauve-ish, had a lovely glass shape, and a delicately illustrated hydrangea on a tag around its stoppered neck, by Marjolein Bastin. This morning it fell beside the toilet and shattered. It was a little feminine touch in house filled with guys. A treasured gift from a treasured friend. Such a little thing can mean so much, but only because of what it signifies.
Life is like that. It is full of treasured moments filled with special people. Events come along that test those friendships and sometimes, if the relationships are fragile, they shatter. And some relationships will stand the test of time, the tests that life brings, the bumps, and even the bruises. All things that strengthen the tie. Like a cord of three strands.
The candle. It's just a thing. Things break. I'm not sad.
Today I'm so thankful for my friend. For the way she knows me. For the way she loves me. No matter what.
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You're "The Buster"? Well, that explains what happened to my mug... J/K The mug had some memories attached to it, but, in the grand scheme of things, it was just a mug - and I still have the memories. I have learned to not attach too much importance to things - people matter, things, not so much... I'm thanking God for my special friendships!
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