There is something endearing about china. It is timeless, fragile, enduring. It is past, present, and sometimes, future. It is family, friends, celebrations, arguments; laughter, joy, conversation and belonging. Above all, it is love. A reminder of where you come from, a connection to the past, a hope for the future. I know many receive family china as a wedding gift -- a cherished heirloom passed down through the generations. I was not a part of that lucky bunch. Do you have any family china? If so, how do you feel about it and how often do you use it? Special occasions, holidays, everyday? Inquiring minds want to know. Please excuse me as a I dream of these lovelies.