As a writer, I feel precluded from making statements such as "I don't have the words..." or "I'm speechless" - the whole job is, quite literally, having the words.
That said, I'm grasping at words but most seem inadequate. "Grateful" is up near the top of the stack, as is "ecstatic," "overwhelmed," and with a generous dusting of "humbled." "Spellbound" gets pretty close. "Unworthy?" Fate already answered in the negative.
Look on my Waynorth Lamb, ye mighty, and despair!
I really believed this knife was beyond me. By the time I heard of its existence, I'd already counted myself out and was resigned to admire them from across a digital divide. However, the described scenario wasn't to be, and I couldn't be happier. I'm overjoyed and should probably be in search of some kind of joy antidote but instead, I just keep fiddling with this knife! A Waynorth lambsfoot in my very own hands, in my very own pocketses!
I won't go into the whole story, but it was a doozy. A couple Guardians helped - one in extremis, and they all know who they are. I'm eternally grateful. You guys are hells of guys... hells full of guys... whatever - great bloody group we've got here!
Thank you
waynorth
for your perseverance, effort, and vision. Thank you
Jack Black
for being the Osiris of this whole thing. Thank you Jeremy
sbh06
for agreeing to craft a stunning conveyance for a most deserving knife. Thank you Guardians for your daily passion (and pictures!).
You'll be seeing this one a lot. I hope you like the cut of her jib. She already has a name, but I'll keep it to myself for now.