Reason #1: For 30+ years, I only had one set. Boy, it's nice to have a spare so that cups don't have to be washed and dried and washed and dried repeatedly.
Reason #2: They were the ones Gary had, growing up.
Sometimes Pastor uses the analogy of treasuring things that belonged to our forefathers, such as eating holiday dinners off Grandma's china. He talks about how that can show we loved and honored the person who gave these things to us. I always feel guilty when he says that ... and miss the point of the analogy while my mind is wandering. We (like so many others in America) are overloaded with stuff. And sometimes, material goods (no matter how pretty, no matter how many wonderful memories, no matter how old) can become a burden. If the treasures don't fit into my house and my life, I cannot treasure them. And that makes me feel terribly unappreciative.
So, anyway, it's funny to me how much these measuring cups make me happy. I love their shape. I love their feel. I love how nicely they scoop. I love their history.
Happy.
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