Today is my 30th birthday! I always feel nostalgic for the birthdays of my childhood--my mom was so good at making those days special! She and my grandma always used to add to my collection of pink depression glass on birthdays. Now that we are living in Germany, it has been interesting to discover the random different possessions that I gradually begin to miss. This week I have been craving those dishes! It is as if something of the innocence and wonder of childhood is preserved for me within that delicious, pale-pink glass. For me, theat particular shade of pink just might be the color of a light heart.
My girls have started to share a pot of imaginary tea from the singing pink plastic teapot every night before bed. What fun it would be for Mrs. Potts to pour her tea into sparkling pink cups! This is one of the reasons I have held on to the dishes all these years: my mom had a set of tiny, vintage ceramic tea cups that she let me use for my own tea parties and I always imagined doing the same for my little girls.
Maybe I will have my dishes shipped to Germany...and pray that they don't break in transit. After all, it is my daughters' heritage to have the opportunity of breaking the tiny cups themselves, just like I did. Sorry Mom! I guess that's a part of childhood too--learning how to take care of precious things. For now, I'll be content to drool over the yummy pink ice cream dish in today's painting. And so will my daughters. Two-year-old Eowyn awoke from her nap to find my new painting and, quickly removing her binky, insisted, "Ice cream...MOUF!" So we sneaked into the kitchen and, as my mom always thought best, "ate our dessert first."