I have these very special ornaments my mom gave me when I got married almost 28 years ago. I remember them being on our Christmas trees growing up. I don't know how many she had to start with, but when she gave them to me there were only three left. Nothing spectacularly fancy, just three fragile-looking, pastel-colored balls. Pink, blue and yellow. Lovingly passed down from mother to daughter...Okayee...my mom got new ornaments and gave me her old ones.
I have cherished these ornaments, carefully unwrapping them and gently placing them on the tree while recalling past Christmases as a child. Then at season's end carefully wrapping them back up in the tissue and putting them away, thankful they remained intact for us to enjoy one more year.
Never has one been dropped.
Until last Christmas.
SO, I'm carefully placing one on the tree when the unthinkable, the unimaginable happened...
It dropped right out of my hand.
Everything went into slow motion.
In a split second years of precious memories flooded my mind.
And a tear probably formed in my eye before it even hit the tile.
My precious, fragile, vintage ornament hit the tile and...
It was plastic.
It's All AND I LAUGHED Good!
And they'll still remain just as special to me!