Happy love

Last week Eric and I wandered up to Hendersonville, we meandered through antique stores, junk shops, restaurants and soda shops. And in a store that smelled a little too musty and had a few too many pieces of crystal for me to feel comfortable with, we found her. She isn't a fancy colonial antique, she won't ever be prized for her monetary worth or even style, but she was the perfect anniversary gift for us to give one another.



No matter the weather I hope we always fly home to Love.