He meant it. She could see it in his eyes. He would treasure the thing she had been on the verge of using as fuel for the fire in the grate—something full of deficiencies and blemishes. He looked at it with the same appreciative gaze he looked at her with. They saw things so differently.
I love that she wasn’t being self deprecating but really didn’t think much of her attempt. And even better that knowing he did makes her appreciate this quality in him. 💕
