I thought that I would be one of those people who needed an empty house in which to heal for quite some time. Then I couldn't bear the quiet, the emptiness, no special little face just around the hallway corner.



Turns out I'm the kind of person that needs a house with chased strings, mid-air body flinging and a soft neckwarmer who apparently never stops purring to help with the healing process.



Already looks like this little boy will be quite the character - I hope my lovely Rocket boy approves :)