The Beatriz Ball moment

When my elderly parents celebrated their silver anniversary, I thought hard of what to give them. After all, they seem to have almost everything; and there is little material in this world that people in their seventies will still crave for. They are into a more philosophical phase, looking for validation of their life that not even the most luxurious brand can provide an answer. Then I remembered the Beatriz Ball bowl that I have grown up with seeing in our kitchen since I was a kid. It is their wedding gift, that classy metalware that I confused for an art piece when I was in first grade. I looked for it—it had been stored in the attic for posterity, I was told—and I thought it would be nice to wrap it again and offer it as my golden anniversary wedding gift to my parents. When my parents opened “my” gift, there was silence in the eyes of my father. Then a tear came down. “I remember our first kiss,” he looked at mom, and kissed her. I call it a Beatriz Ball moment. It’s something that will always be a part of us even if we put it in the attic for posterity and forget about it for a long time.
Beatriz Ball is available at Schiffman's at Friendly Center.


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