When the six children in my husband's family were growing up, my husband was the baby, and everyone loved the glass ball ornament that was white like a pearl, with red stars on it. Every Christmas a joke would be made about who would inherit that ornament. The most determined voices being my husband and the oldest child, his sister April. Fortunately his parents are still with us, but April and the ornament are no more. It fell and shattered, but having been the focus of such attention, we were able to recreate, not one, but six of them, too new but now already 25 years old. My husband drew how the stars looked and I painted them with nail polish
