I arranged and rearranged furniture in all it's 1980's glory. I played out different life situations with the dolls. It was not based in reality.
"Mom, I know I'm only 15, but want to go out with Billy."
"Oh OK dear, that's fine with me."
I thought this was what the future held. A two story house. An always clean house. Unmovable plastic hair. Just kidding.
Sometimes life just happens and you have to roll with it.
Sometimes you roll with it in what feels like a tiny life raft bobbing in a typhoon.
It's still a God-given blessing.
And if we're breathing air, then we have a purpose.
Maybe it's not always full of beautiful houses with arch doorways and plastic people who have permanent smiles.
Maybe it's messy and we all feel a little broken and battered from time to time. But it's still good. God is still with us. And the sun will shine again. Right now the dryer is running, the house smells good, and my sweet girl is sleeping. The window is open and it feels like fall. Maybe I was dizzy yesterday. And maybe I'll have vertigo tomorrow. But today, right at this moment, is good. I don't want a dollhouse. I like what I have just fine.