The form of love.
When I was about three I got this really fluffy white bunny for Easter. I LOVED that bunny and carried it around everywhere and slept with it each night. Every so often, Mom would wash it and hang it up by the ears on the clothes line. A few years ago Dad found it tidying up my old room and mailed it to me. It has almost NO hair, no eyes, no whiskers. I didn't even notice - it was still my favorite bunny and I never stopped loving it as much as I did the first day I got it. I'm so very blessed to have a husband that feels that way about me (I still have my hair but my stuffing has shifted).