Broken beauty
Broken Beauty This one is going to take a minute so go ahead and curl up in your cozy chair with your favorite glass of tea. Oh yeah, which reminds me of a story. When I was little my Dad had a favorite glass. It was big and it was green. When I saw the glass it made me smile and think of my dad. Maybe that’s why I see green now and smile and think of my dad even still today. So anyway, he would cut the grass and come in and drink a big glass of water from that glass. One night my parents were out square dancing and my brother was babysitting me. I wanted to drink from that glass. To me it was like the holy grail because I looked up to my father so much. Well, I dropped it. Did I mention it was a glass? Broken into a thousand pieces. I was devastated. My brother helped me clean it up and we threw it all away. Of course, we got in trouble but all was forgiven and forgotten. Ever feel broken? Like your pieces are all over the place in a thousand places? Forgotten? Need to be ...