My Granddaddy used to call me his "little doll." I was so close to my sweet Granddaddy, so this, of course, was a compliment, and the little girl inside me still lights up when I think of how he would hold me and sing to me, his doll. During one of our visits to the orphanage, we gave sweet little dolls (hand-made with love by some women at BBC) to all the kids. They lined up with excitement to receive this gift of their very own...a gift they could love and hold and sleep next to at night. Wendy immediately gave his little doll a kiss and hug. Can you tell he's excited in the picture?! What great love can be held in a little doll!
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