good times, noodle salad

I'm so frustrated and sad. Spud was crawling around in the kitchen tonight, and managed to pull on a dishcloth on the table, and pulled my favorite handmade ceramic mug off the table as well, and it shattered on the floor. It's the only thing one of the kids has ever broken that was actually special to me, and as I knelt down to clean up the mess, I just cried. It was the best mug I'd made, and I loved using it for milk or cocoa or ice cream. It was perfectly sized and sculpted for me to hold, and I loved the finished glaze. I know it was only an object, but it was something that I really loved, and it brought me joy every time I used it. I'm just sick about it. It's such a loss to me.