May 21, 2022
It’s Saturday. Enough of this galavanting. Shall we sit out on the porch together? I brought out my most prized teacup for you to use.
It belonged to my grandma. I never saw her use it, presumably because it was far too beautiful for that. (We’ve talked about this before.) It spent decades on a shelf in the china cupboard above their old rotary phone. Can you imagine the things this cup has overheard?
Today it lives with many friends in a cabinet with a view of almost everything that happens downstairs. It has witnessed countless Thanksgivings and birthday cakes, it watched my nieces and nephews learn to walk, and it even gets a ray of morning sunlight on its face for about one week a year. It may sit behind a glass door, but it’s still a good listener.
“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.”