The China We Never Used

My grandmother owned twelve place settings of rose-rimmed china that lived, untouched, in a hutch for forty years. She was saving it. For what, none of us ever knew.

Last Sunday I ate a grilled cheese off one of those plates, and I cried, and then I laughed, and I think she would have too.

We are all saving something for later. This is your permission slip to use the good china.