Don't cry over spilled..................

I know the old saying, don't cry over spilled milk but what about spilled wine? What a silly thing to be crying about right? Well, last night Micah pulled over my wine rack. It held six silly bottles of wine. One of these bottles I hold dear to my heart. I know that in itself sounds ridiculous. This bottle of wine was a gift to me the last time I went to Spain. It was given to me by my friend Blanca's dad. I don't know how much it cost or how good it was but like me it was starting to get some age on it. It was from 1998. I know in wine years that isn't a lot but I was planning to save it for a long time. I kept telling myself that I would save it for a special occasion. Many great occasions have come and gone and I just couldn't bring myself to open it. Well, Micah sure opened it for me last night. It shattered into a million pieces all over the floor. The poor little guy stood in a pool of Spanish wine soaking up what he could with his socks. I was not upset with him but my heart did sink a little when I saw that the only bottle of wine broken was of course the one that I didn't want to be. Perhaps it was a precursor to today being Friday the 13th, or perhaps its just a lesson to enjoy life when you have the chance because who knows when that chance will be gone.