Remember those dolls we used to beg our parents to get us? The ones that closed their eyes when they lay down? They were so sweet, lying there asleep, and you just wanted a reason to tell everyone, "Shh! The baby's sleeping!" The really nice babies were heavier; their arms and legs kind of hung down when you held them against your chest and their tummies were squishy. Wasn't it the best if you could get one that would make little cooing sounds when you cuddled it? If it smelled like baby powder or Johnson's Baby Lotion, it was an added bonus, and it was especially wonderful if its skin was soft and its face sweet.
Funny how I kept begging my heavenly father for one, well into my thirties. He listened, and here my baby is, doing the sweet sleeping thing. I think I got the best model.
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