The Doll House
When I was a child, my dad built me a doll house. He painted it yellow like our house on a hill in Hawaii. He wallpapered the rooms with the same paper as our real-life rooms, and sanded and varnished the furniture. It was the best Christmas gift I’ve ever had.
I wish I still had that house to pass on to my children. But I don’t.
Luckily, my kids don’t know their house is a pale comparison to the one I had so long ago. They love it. And maybe one day I’ll get around to painting it yellow. . .