There she was, in a box that had been tucked up in the attic. I hadn't seen her in years. My dolly. The best thing about her is that she was handmade by my sweet adopted grandma. I must have been about six years old.
And who is this?
She's the other doll hiding under her skirt!
They have smudges on their faces, just like the rest of us, but a gentle bath upon our arrival in our new home will take care of that. (I promise I'll bath the rest of us before then!)
It'll be so nice having my girls around again!