Last week when I was decorating our Christmas tree, our first tree in our home as a newly married couple, I dropped the one ornament that I was saving for the very middle of the front of the tree ... right at eye level. You know the place you save for your most treasured or beautiful ornaments?
I always get a souvenir of some sort whenever I go somewhere new. It's usually a t-shirt paired with something else. When David and I were on our honeymoon in Virgin Gorda, I bought a t-shirt and took a good bit of time thinking about what one souvenir I wanted to take home with me.
I knew it had to be locally-made, because what good is a souvenir of Virgin Gorda if it's made in China? The problem I kept running into was that everything was so expensive, so I wanted to be sure I picked the right thing that would be both useful and treasured.
My decision came down to a beautiful picture frame made of locally found shells, put together by a local artist (it was much more sophisticated than it sounds) or a Christmas tree ornament. They had several different designs on the ornaments, but I picked out this beautiful glass ball that had a palm tree with a winter scene in the background. It had some of that smooth, bubbly-type stuff that was "painted"? over it to make it shiny and glossy.
I was so excited about the ornament because I knew it was the right choice. David and I both love Christmas, and we love ornaments. His mom gets him a new Hallmark ornament every year, and I've always been a huge sucker for super-cute ones for the tree.
So as I pulled the price tag off of the ornament to hang it on the tree, it slipped, fell to the floor and shattered into literally hundreds of tiny pieces.
I stood there for a second and then just started repeating "Oh no!" over and over again. David ran into the kitchen asking if I was OK and which one had broken, but by the time he made it to me, I was in tears. I told him which one, and he knelt down and hugged me as I cried it out.
He told me that he'd call the resort the next morning and get them to send us a new one. That consoled me a little, knowing it would at least be here by Christmas.
He called, but they're so hesitant to send us one because with the distance it would travel, it would most assuredly break considering how fragile they are.
I know this sounds ridiculous that I've written this long and am this upset about losing it. But I just can't help but be devastated that I lost that one, because it just had so much meaning to me. That ornament, along with two others that David had specially made for me as part of my wedding gift, were the three most important things to be on that tree.
Maybe getting this all out on here will give me some sort of outlet so I can try not to be as upset by it now.
I'm fairly certain there's something amiss with me, considering I broke that ornament, bumped my head on my shelf containing all 30+ small Yankee jar candles and 5-6 sets of plates and shades which caused the shelf to fall and break all the plates/shades and several of the jars; not to mention the fact that I've consistently been breaking so many things at the store recently. Thankfully I'm not a waitress or I'd lose my tips in paying back the restaurant.
Maybe it's because I've been watching so much "Ghost Whisperer" recently. Maybe something's following me around ...
So this post took an odd turn at the end. But now that I think about it, I do feel better having gotten it out. I just so wish I hadn't broken that one. I guess I just have to keep in perspective that it really was just stuff. :-/
***I promise there will be a post about our wedding soon!***
