
When I was 4 my Grandpa made me a dollhouse. I spent many hours and many years playing with that dollhouse. As an adult looking back, I realize what an amazing gift that dollhouse was: how much love and time was put into making it. For those of you who read my journal on a regular basis, you know that I have been working on "re-doing" the dollhouse for my daughter and I wanted to give it to her for her 4th birthday. Well, as usual, I didn't get it done in time for birthday. This past week the kids were up in Indiana with their dad and I had time to work on it. I am now headed to the airport to pick them up, I miss them soooo much, and waiting for my daughter upon her return is a gift of love from me and her great grandpa.


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everything is cool here... i've started to hate my job.