As much as we try not to value the material over the spiritual, there are times when objects can have such a significance that we get attached to them. Some things are priceless because they're one of a kind. Some things are priceless because they're favors or souvenirs from a time or place. I know what it means to have something you love broken - my Junior and Senior prom favors, for example, were purposefully destroyed in 1989. My Spy's Demise glass, a souvenir from Milwaukee's bar "The Safe House" was broken a little while ago. So, when I accidentally broke one of Cyn's favorite mugs while unloading the dishwasher, I realize that I couldn't really replace the mug. But I could get a new mug for her.
Katiecat and I were up in a north Atlanta village and we found a place that lets you paint bisque pottery they then take and fire for you. It was nifty. I immediately knew what I wanted to paint: a mug for Cyn, to replace the one I broke. Here's what it looks like (click on the little images to see them big, and see the ALT text (hover over the image) to get a description of it).