This is Rosy and Bridgette.
When Rose turned one, we took her to the American Girl store to pick out a baby. Picking out, at one, means grabbing one and slobbering all over it. She slobbered on this one. Dave named her Bridgette. We joked at the time that Bridgette and Rose looked like twins. Bald heads, bitty nose, blue eyes.
Bridgette gets kissed at night and tucked in next to her mother Rose. Bridgette gets all the perks that come with being the baby's baby.
I couldn't help it. The tears started, splashing all over Rose and Bridgette. I kissed them one more time and went to bed, they were only a little damp.
I don't usually cry at birthdays...but when your last baby turns 5.....
Daddy and his girl.
I love happy kids!
By morning my tears were gone and the day was spent celebrating life! After all, it's pure joy to watch Rose bloom...AND....no matter what, I'll always have Bridgette.