I’ve told of you of my daughter’s deep love for dolls.
And I love that she loves them.
Whatever it takes to keep her little.
Santa brought her an American Girl doll last year.
She even celebrated her 8th birthday with other girls and their dolls.And oh, the love runs deep.
It seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime chance to visit one of the only American Girl stores in the United States on our way to our Family Reunion this past weekend.
So, we did.
My daughter had saved $30 over the past 3 months by doing odd jobs for family members. It took quite a while for her decide on a souvenir.
I mean, who could decide easily with choices like these?
And after an hour in the store, my hubby pointed at this giant poster of the girls with their matching dolls and said, “Okay, that’s a little much!”
Yeah, it was time to go. I was tired of looking at price tags for tiny doll clothes that were more than people clothes, anyway.
My daughter was thrilled, paid for her souvenir and we headed towards the hotel.
Now, my son is six and typically very laid back. The last thing I expected was this:
“Hey, Mom and Dad, did we plan this whole day to stop there just for my sister?” he asked.
“Well, yes, we did,” my hubby said. “It was special and something we probably won’t do again.”
He thought about it for a second and said, “Do you think sometime we could plan a special trip just for me?”
“Sometime,” my hubby said. “But lets be happy for your sister, okay?”
“Oh, I am.” And then a few minutes later, “I know!” he exclaimed. “I know what my dream vacation would be!”
We prepared ourselves for some outlandish Nascar or Lego dream.
“My dream is to take a trip and find some toot putty. The kind that comes in a little can and you put your finger in it and it sounds like toots,” he said.
“We might be able to make that dream come true on this trip,” my hubby laughed.
The sheer joy on his face was priceless.
A dream come true.