My auntie sent me this photo of her with Black Bear, the restored bear I sent, who arrived this morning. She wrote that she's taking him in her knitting bag down to her local coffee shop this afternoon.
It's a small thing, but this makes me about as happy as anything I've ever had a hand in.
You know? It's the happiness of when a thing you can do––and want to do––slots neatly into the need or desire of someone (or something) you love.
