To my American Girl Dolls --

Wow, where do I even begin with you? From an early age I knew that we would be best friends. The first time I stepped foot in that big, beautiful store I knew this was what life was really about. You and all your gal-pals lined the walls with your perfectly styled hair and vintage outfits; you all looked so darn cute. Picking out just one of you to take home with me would be a difficult task. Samantha you were my first, an elegant Victorian girl -- I could totally relate to you and your lavish lifestyle as a 7-year-old. Your charm was absolutely contagious and you quickly became the center of my universe. Each night, as I got you ready for bed, I thought about how lucky I was to have a girl like you. Then, I tucked you in, read you a story, kissed your cheek, and turned out the lights. Keep in mind that this was an every night occurrence.

As each year passed my collection grew. Kit, Josefina, Felicity, and more were all added to my posse. I took you girls everywhere with me. Our matching Christmas outfits were always a crowd favorite (and we looked pretty adorable too). They're all still hanging in the back of my closet; I hope we get a chance to wear them again sometime. You always let me test out my new wacky hairstyles on you, and you guys never turned down a good tea party. You were the sisters that I never had. Thank you for that.

Here I am, years later, missing my girls more than ever. After countless playdates and sleepovers in our early days, I haven't gotten a chance to see you in awhile. I know those boxes in the basement closet aren't all that comfy -- your canopy bed was much better, I'm sure. Someday, I hope that I'll be able to pull you out again, maybe if I have a daughter or two. Thanks for all the sweet memories. I am truly thankful for you.

XOXO