Isn't this the sweetest little cupid? His story is kind of misty but I know he spent a couple years in my great uncle's nursery and probably my dad's too. My first memory of seeing him was in my grandmother's apartment hanging high up in the back hall. He was destined for a thrift store box, but I rescued him and brought him home with me. There's just something about the cute little way he looks down on us mortals that made me save him from such an undignified end. So he's always had a place where we can greet each other every morning and smile at his happy place in the world.