I'm a girly-girl at the core, but seldom do I allow that part of me to surface. I'm learning that more and more is coming out through my daughter. She's my real life, dress-up baby. I'd spend hours grooming my baby dolls, combing their hair, designing clothes for them and such. As with my baby dolls, I find myself doing the same for my Marisabelle Juliana; only, she didn't come from the Cabbage Patch, she was born out of love, a gift from God, a dream (a wish my heart made) come true. I'm rediscovering all of those simple pleasures in life all over again.
Putting on a few yards of colorful tulle transforms you into an explorer fairy. A quick breeze always surprises!
Dancing through the moist grass discovering berries and rocks and twigs, nothing too small to not be important.
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You know she is going to hate you for making her do this, when her high school friends read the blog!
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