H is for husband, and here is mine, enjoying a fantastic Mexican breakfast of meat, meat, and more meat!
When I was a little girl, I had three rag dolls I was utterly in love with: Raggedy Ann, Raggedy Andy, and Holly Hobbie. They were all huge; bigger than I was. I remember dragging them around behind me by their arms, because they were too big for me to pick up.
Of the three, Holly Hobbie was my favorite. It may have been that Raggedy Ann and Andy looked a little like clowns, and I’ve never been fond of clowns, but I think it was mostly because I was in love with her costume. I loved it so much that I used to wear it. Yeah, that’s how big those dolls were: I could wear their clothes. So I would take Holly Hobbie’s dress and bonnet and I’d wear them myself and just go about my day.
I have no idea what happened to my original rag dolls, and I actually completely forgot about them for a while. Until a few years ago, when something suddenly made me think of Holly Hobbie and how much I loved her and I suddenly missed her. Missed her so much that I went out and bought myself one on eBay. Actually, I bought myself two: one for me and one for the daughter I still hope to have one day.