Happy is the girl who becomes a mommy again on Christmas morning with a new dolly.
A dolly with history, who belonged to my cousin Kassie long ago. A dolly who wears real baby clothes and came with a sweet 80s wardrobe, all aqua and pink and poly-blend.
Genevieve named her Bella, and chuckled contentedly for a full 20 minutes. When we went to Grandma and Grandpa's house in the sunshine, Bella rode flopped over the Christmas gifts. It was funny - and got several startled glances.
And the real part of this post is that I'm relying on old photos because I've been working so hard at being content. I'm struggling with acid reflux yet. It casts a long shadow on my days right now.
I fight my bad feelings by keeping the sink clean, hanging the laundry in the sun, and going to bed with a good book at a decent time. It's the tonic and strength of my quotidian work. And I got a lift from looking at these Christmas photos of Genevieve - she is such a capable little mama and very devoted to her dolly. Thank you, God, for the sweetness of life that catches me off guard.
Linking up with Leila and Rosie's collection of pretty, happy, funny, real.