Broken glass...

When I went on my honeymoon, a cruise in Mexico, I brought back with me a glass with the name of our cruise line on it. I have been very protective of this glass because it means so much to me. It reminds me of the times we had when we were figuring everything out about each other and the world. I always tell the children to put it back when they get it out to use it, because I don't want to be mad at them for breaking it. So, while I was washing it last night, I broke it. I almost cried....At least it was me and not the kids. It hurt inside when it happened, Ouch!!