I have long been aware that my dollies
come alive at night.
I can hear them scurrying and rustling downstairs in the wee hours as they carry on their dolly lives. Visiting & playing tea party at the little doll table and reading their books together on the settee.
I knew that when the
arrived for my Katie's birthday
that Elisabeth was quite smitten with it.
although she didn't say one word...
her eyes sparkled~
you could see she could not wait for night to fall.
Early the next morning
as I crept down the chilly stairs
I could hear them oohing and ahhing...
and was not at all surprised to see
Elisabeth & her dolly....
the old story book in their laps
and Elisabeth playing Princess
in the early light of morning...
with the glittery crown upon her head.
I must speak to our dear friend about a bit of glittery
with a beautiful E
for our dear Elisabeth
and just maybe a tinier one
for her beloved dolly.