The Wine Glass

Last year, like 2016 last year, Dad and Grandma Kathy forgot my birthday. Like totally forgot. If I remember correctly, we even spoke on the way to work that morning like we do every day and they still didn’t remember.

I was, understandably, a little sad about this. And I was at work and taking care of one of my favorite patients and his wife, whom I also loved dearly, and I told them that Dad and Grandma Kathy forgot my birthday. And that my coworkers had also forgotten. (Though does it really count as “forgetting” if I didn’t remind them ahead of time?) And that I was kind of sad.

And Tammy, the wife, went out and got me a really amazing birthday present that showed just how well they had gotten to know me over the year I had been caring for them. She got me this beautiful stemless wine glass that said “Instant Happy Woman: Just Add Wine.”

And I loved it.

I loved that silly wine glass. It was one of the best presents I had ever gotten and I used it with a frequency that would probably alarm my primary care provider if I ever planned on telling her about it.

And last night Lula was being Lula, which means being a puppy, and she jumped up and knocked it off the arm of the futon with her tail and it shattered.

And I was so, so sad. Because that wine glass wasn’t just a beautiful object to me. It was a physical representation of the lives I touch and the friendships I make and the people who love me. Every single time I used it, I remembered Doug and Tammy and wondered if I had ever let them know I loved them as much as they loved me. Every time, I thought about that birthday and how something beautiful had come out of a day that started with anger and sadness. And yes, I know that sounds melodramatic, but it’s true. I like objects that remind me of people and places and days that I love.

But this morning, the Littlest Brewster gave me a present that certainly matches, if not exceeds, my wine glass for being special and precious.

Seeing how sad I was, she had made me a new wine glass.

She even colored it red so that it looked like the old one. (Obviously, I’m a big fan of cabernet…)

And I think that this is quite possibly the best present I have ever gotten.

Especially since Lula can’t break this one.