These two champagne cups were wedding gifts Grandma and Grandpa received in 1949. There were probably more pieces to this set, but only these two remain intact, as does the marriage. Don’t these just scream “rumba” and “cha cha cha?” Babaloo anyone? The glass is incredibly thin and fragile, and yet these two pieces traveled from Tampa to Havana to Miami, and like the couple they were intended to toast, remain resilient mementos of a charmed life, full of love, devotion, and bubbly laughter.

As an aside adventure of these glasses, I had read the French claimed the perfect size for a woman’s breast would fit in a champagne glass. Being 12 and incredibly curious, I snuck out one of these cups from the china hutch in the dining room and absconded to the bathroom for the official judging of my own bosom—happily I could claim that my cup runneth over.