Happy Birthday, Kirsten!“I remembered the day you were born, Kirsten. I remembered how my moth
Happy Birthday, Kirsten!“I remembered the day you were born, Kirsten. I remembered how my mother came to help me… It was this time of year, late spring. New leaves were on the big maple tree outside the door. Then you were born, and Mrs. Hanson cleaned you and wrapped you in a blanket and put you in my arms. You were a red faced little thing with white fuzz for hair. But I thought you were beautiful. I was very, very happy because I wanted a daughter so much.”I took out all of her best things for this photo, and as you can see, I included a little red dala horse I bought in Texas. Maybe Lars made it for her. She has her cats, her doll, and the quilt from her friends- could life be any better?(Well, maybe if American Girl would re-release her…) -- source link
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