The love of my daughter's life is "Pink Baby." All of my family and friends can attest to this. They all know that no one can touch Pink Baby except for Briana. Because Pink Baby is Briana's one special doll. The doll she shares with no one. It is her lifeline. Her attachment. Her love.
I remember my mother and I shopping in the Toys R Us before my referral came in. She spotted this cute little doll with a plastic face and decided to buy it for Briana. We both thought it was cute, but we never imagined the hold this doll would end up having on Bri.
We have all sorts of dolls in the house - Asian dolls, princess dolls, barbie dolls. And all sorts of stuffed animals - tons of them. But the blue eyed doll with a bonnet is the doll that won Bri's heart.
The doll originally had a voice box in it. When you squeezed it, it would make kissing noises and say "I love you" in a baby voice. Well, whenever Bri rolled over on it at night, it would ring out over the baby monitor and scare me and Doug to death. So after a minor surgical procedure, Pink Baby lost her voice forever.
When Pink Baby cannot be found, it is like the end of the world. Briana cannot sleep without her. She doesn't like to be without her. We have told her that Pink Baby can ride in the car, but she cannot go into stores and restaurants anymore. She is that priceless to us.
I actually bought a "stand in" Pink Baby a while back that is still sitting in my closet. It took me a very long time to find another Pink Baby and by the time I did, Original Pink Baby was starting to get a bit worn. I tried to switch her out once, but the jig was up. Bri knew she was an impostor. I never tried the switch again.
After years of love, lots and LOTS of love, Pink Baby is pretty worn out. She is discolored after all the washings. Her cheeks are blue from the ink of her eyes running onto them in the washing machine. She got pretty flat. Her head floppy. But none of this matters to Bri because she is so in love with her.
Bri begged me to let her bring Pink to show and tell at school a few weeks ago. I finally agreed. But I warned her the kids might laugh at her doll because she was so worn. She didn't care. I told her to tell them that Pink Baby looked like that because she is so loved. Bri beamed as she walked into school with that floppy doll. Standing in the hallway, immediately LG (the girl that Bri had problems with a few weeks ago) saw the doll, laughed and said Pink Baby had a flat head. Bri said right in her face "That is why I LOVE her so much!" Atta girl.
Well, today I couldn't take the flatness of Pink Baby anymore. I went out with Bri and we bought stuffing for her. I stuffed Pink and sewed her back up again. And then I washed her again. She is still discolored, but at least her head stays up now. Bri is super excited to have a poofy Pink Baby again.
This is where the love story began...
A girl and her Pink Baby...
Carried all over the place...
Always ready to head out the door...
She attends sleepovers at Gramma's house...
Always gets hugs...
Participates in tea parties...
Goes on vacations...
She is always there for the holidays...
And loves to ride with Bri...
And tonight, she went into the restaurant at dinner. Bri and I celebrated her new stuffing. She said today was Pink Baby's birthday...
This doll is priceless. She can never be replaced. She is truly the love of my daughter's life.