Ella loves babies. LOVES them. There is a new baby at church, and Ella got to meet her when she was just a week or two old, and she does the sign for baby every time she sees her. Lately, she has also fallen in love with the baby dolls at her daycare. Whenever I pick her up in the afternoon, she is always walking around with a baby doll in one hand and a blanket for her baby in the other. It's gotten to the point that she's more interested in playing with the baby dolls at daycare than in going home with me.
I had to work late yesterday, so my husband came into town to pick her up. I had mentioned to him that she was in love with the baby dolls at daycare, but he finally got to witness just how much Ella enjoys playing with them. Apparently her devotion won him over, because he promptly brought her to the nearest Target on the way home and let her pick out her very own baby doll to bring home.
She loves her doll, and it makes me excited to think about the possibility of seeing her with a sibling. I think that she will be a great big sister--if that is God's plan for our lives. But I'm also so impressed with my husband for buying the doll for Ella, on his own accord. He's been okay with whatever purchases I want to make for her, but this was the first time that he has taken the initiative to buy something for her--not to mention that it's something on the "girlie" side. It's so sweet to watch their daddy-daughter relationship develop.
My blessing from Friday was meeting the guys who helped me get my wallet when it fell off my car a couple weeks ago. They had a recognizable car with personalized plates, and it happed to be parked near where I work! So I boldly left a note, asking to repay them in some way. He came intoy office on Friday, an happens to be a student in my college. He agreed to let me make him a cheesecake.