
"Treasure" because not only was it my dollhouse, but was built with love by my father. He thought of it all...placed a plaque on the front with the date (Christmas 1984...I was 7), gave it the number 52...the number of the house we lived in when I was born, used wallpaper from our own house to make it feel like home, put on each roof tile by hand. The list goes on. This was a much anticipated and much loved Christmas gift!!
And now, I get to share that magic all over again with my daughter...

How quickly I was taken back to my childhood when I heard her talking to the little people and watched her arrange each room just the way she wanted it.
It didn't take any warnings or reminders for her to know it was fragile or how special it was. She had seen it a few times at our old house but had not played with it. For some reason she remembered it today and begged to get it out of storage. She was repeatedly reminding me that we needed to be careful with the parts because they were fragile. It was like she just knew that this was special...something to appreciate and respect.
And I knew it was special, too! Sharing stories of my memories playing with the house and details of how hard Boppa worked to make it for me. I never really thought about it when I was a kid, but what a gift my dad gave me!!! Thanks, Dad!! Thanks for caring about every little detail, for spending countless hours creating a house of "magic." Thanks for giving me a timeless treasure that I can share with my daughter. Thanks for always thinking of what your girls would love...even 25 years down the road!
1 comments:
Elissa, What a precious dollhouse your dad made! Hopefully Paige will love it as much as you do! Looks like she does already! Jenn
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