Abby's spent part of this evening poring over the ginormous American Girl catalog that came in yesterday's mail. She's been telling me which items she thinks are cute and which outfits she'd like to see in larger sizes (since AG clothing tops out at size 14 and tends to run very small, she's pretty much grown out of it). As I sat and listened to her running commentary, something occurred to me:
this is me about 25 years ago.I remember sitting with my Samantha doll and scouring the Pleasant Company catalogs whenever they arrived. There was something so thrilling about looking at the new historical dolls and their tiny accessories.
It's fun to see shades of myself in my daughter. I cherish that very special blessing.
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