As I was preparing dinner tonight I grabbed some bowls for salad, laid them out on the counter, opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a bag of baby greens. When I turned around to start making the salad and caught a glimpse of the counter, my heart sank.
“Oh man!” I mournfully exclaimed.
Drake moved swiftly into the kitchen, “What happened?”
“Four bowls!” I sorrowfully replied pointing at the Corning Ware situated before me. “I pulled out four bowls.”
I stared at the two big bowls and two little bowls – they seemed like a perfect set.
Gripped by sadness, I placed both hands on the counter, hung my head, and inhaled deeply, all the while wondering How did I end up with four bowls? Knowing what was necessary, I slowly picked up one of the little bowls, walked across the kitchen, and opened the cupboard, tears pooling in my eyes.
“Oh how I wish you were here eating with us, Juddy,” I whispered as I placed the little bowl back on the shelf.
With my yearning heart I stared at the three bowls that remained – definitely an incomplete set.