The Princess House

I received a fully furnished vintage dollhouse yesterday that I had purchased on Ebay over a week ago. When I purchased it, I had no idea that both my sisters would be here with me when it arrived. This is the first time that we can remember as adults that we have all been together, without our children, without having to plan or attend a family function, without business meetings or appointments. We spent the better part of an hour yesterday unpacking the miniature chairs and tables, tiny teapot and plates and even tinier play food. We decorated it together and have played with it, populating it with 3 Disney princess dolls that are the perfect size for the little chairs. The dolls play well together, soak their collective tiny feet in the tiny blue bathtub, make little dinners and, of course, sing. The magic of playing with dolls never loses it's power over little girls grown up, mini alter egos in a perfect world where life is fair and it's OK to eat in the living room. We are having fun, my sisters and I, between talking grown up talk about raising teenagers and dealing with singlehood and aging parents and cancer. It is a joy, a gift, this housewarming.  A legacy of love, built in little wooden tables and chairs, looking out of little windows...come on in.