Tonight, we have a lovely dinner. I make my homemade veggie soup and mediterranean butter beans. We have a salad, toasted baguette and goat cheese to complete our meal.
Later, I'm sitting on Big Red, cruising peoplemagazine.com (don't judge) when B-man walks in and says, 'Oh, no!' In his hands lies the Burt & Ernie bowl that has been in our family for as long as I can remember. The bowl that our son used for cereal and spaghettios growing up. The bowl that shared our history, JD's coming of age and our Sesame Street innocence.
The bowl that was broken in half by the dishwasher tonight.
We look at each other. Then we cry.
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