Lacey's Dollhouse

This post is going to seem like it's mostly about Cabbage Patch Dolls, but I promise...I'm getting somewhere.

The Christmas that I turned 3 was pretty disappointing.  I distinctly remember telling Santa at the mall that I wanted a set of Webbles for Christmas.  Why?  I have no idea.  Perhaps it was the mystery of them wobbling, but not falling down.  Who knows!  But instead I got a Cabbage Patch doll.  He was a preemie named Rory Cedric (remember how they always had weird names), and he fit perfectly in my little 3-year-old arms.  Truth be told, Rory pretty much went everywhere with me until I was twelve about ten.  I will always remember spending the night with my sweet Grandma Ruth and making her say good night to Rory.  (giggle)

And then I had another Cabbage Patch Doll named Annabelle, with her yellow yarn pigtails.  I got another one from my grandma, but I forget her name.  One year for Christmas (birthday? for fun? who remembers?) I got another Cabbage Patch Doll that had a bottle that was velcroed around her neck in this little holder thingy.  I don't remember her name either.  Bottom line:  I was a connoisseur of the Cabbage Patch dolls.

So, here's the part that I had forgotten until after we made the decision to adopt.  I used to play "orphanage" with my dolls.  Yup.  For real.  I used to pretend that my dolls were orphans and that I had to take care of them and be their "mommy" because they didn't have a mommy.  Just to let you know, it makes me cry to type that. 

So remember how I said that God will plant the seed for something in your heart waaaaayyyy before you even have any idea what's happening?  This is what I'm taking about.