This title feels silly since I'll be turning 35 this year, but you read it right.
My husband gifted me the Josefina Montoya American Girl Doll that I had always wanted as a little girl. 🥹
Growing up, my best friend had the Sam doll and all of her accessories. She had so many different outfits for Sam, and even the horse stable .... with the horse, obviously. I LOVED going to her house to play with that doll. I would read the books, flip through the magazines, and wish on stars that I could have my own American Girl Doll.
Little girls growing up in the early 2000's know that these dolls weren't cheap, so a lot of us never got them. I was lucky enough to have a friend who had one, and that was good enough for me.
Fast forward to a couple of months ago, when I was just scrolling mindlessly and saw that they were bringing back the original American Girl Dolls. I excitedly told my husband all about them. I wasn't asking him to buy me one (because even with adult money, they're still expensive), I was just reminiscing about what could have been.
He didn't think twice. For our 8th anniversary, he bought me the Josefina I always wanted.
I cried for hours, hugging her. I'm crying now just thinking about it.
I'm going to continue to cry when I tell my new therapist about this and sort through why I'm crying so much over it.
Friends on Instagram said it's about healing my inner child. Someone else said it's about feeling seen and thought of. Part of me knows it's also about having to grow up too fast.
Whatever the reason for my emotional reaction, my husband has his Godzillas, I finally have my Josefina, and it feels really nice to have someone who sees me.

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