Blue heart, because around here love comes with claws. That little blue emoji is basically a crab emoji that went to therapy: loyal, steady, slightly waterlogged, and absolutely covered in that seasoning you put on everything including, be honest, your french fries, your popcorn, and one time your ice cream on a dare.
This is for the people who can parallel park on a hill in a row house neighborhood, who panic buy groceries over four flakes of snow, who think a flag should be loud and chaotic and legally difficult to look at. You smash crabs with a mallet on newspaper for three hours to get a thimble of meat and call it a great Saturday. That is not a hobby, that is devotion. That is a blue heart.
Built soft, built to last, and comfortable enough to survive a humid August, a cold bay breeze, and the nine hours of eating that happens in between. Holds its shape, holds its color, and handles the wash like it handles beltway traffic: unbothered.
