Yesterday I dusted the mantel, which involved removing all the veils and statues and so forth.
|Our Lenten mantel.|
I set the Blessed Mother on the floor, dusted, then turned around--and knocked her down against a chair. And saw something roll away from her.
It was Baby Jesus' head. :(
|Can you see the crack?|
I hate being such a klutz. I knocked over statues and broke them all the time as a kid; pretty much all the ones I owned had their heads or hands glued back on, some more than once. And I hate it that we've had this statue for about a year and a half and I've already broken it. I do feel like this is one of our most treasured possessions as a family.
We will glue His head on at some point. I just hope it looks okay. :(