This is the mug that my mom gave to me when I became a mom myself. The mug that has held the coffee that has carried me through countless mornings after sleep deprived nights. The mug I have sipped from every single day since arriving home with our tiny little bundle of George. A large mug for copious amounts of caffeine, fitting perfectly in my hand and the caricature bearing a striking resemblance to my morning self.
Now, sadly, this is my poor mug: