The mug you see to the left is a mug that I associate with my parents and the house we lived in before my parents divorced.
I didn't take the whole set whenever it was that my mom put them in a garage sale or gave them away, but I took one.
It reminds me of the carefree days of elementary school, of a happy home and a happy town.
This cup has been with me my entire life, although I don't drink coffee and neither does my husband--we break out our random selection of mugs for the grandparents and other visitors when they stop by.
Do the mugs in your house have a story?
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