He just gets me. This well-loved looking little thing is my lamb from when I was a baby. My great grandma gave it to me and it plays music when you wind it. When we moved in here, we got it back from my parents' where it had been stored for a really long time, and it was destroyed by attic rats. As some of you know, I can sometimes be very sentimental and this made me really sad. I couldn't bear to throw it away so after leaving it in the back bedroom for a pretty long time, I asked Andrew if he would throw it away for me.
This morning we got a package in the mail and when I opened it, there was my lamb. He had it cleaned up and restored by a dollmaker lady. I don't claim to know everything about love, but I'm pretty sure that's it.
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