When I made our bed this morning, I found a pink blanket that belongs to her. In the drawer of my bedside table, she has stashed all sorts of odds and ends that she probably didn't want anymore (but couldn't part with). A broken-tipped colored pencil, an empty-ish Chapstick.
When she moves in, SHE MOVES IN. Container Store, I drool.







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