a song about saving

"i thought that we'd be further along by now.
i can't remember how we stumbled to this place...
i've seldom seen so much anger in a face..."

i was sitting in the second row of a small concert venue listening to my favorite band perform live. the hunger for truth that i found in their albums was nothing compared to the raw intensity in linford's fingers dancing across the keys. i had just quit my job and i was more hurt, more angry than i've ever been in my life. i hated the church. i hated God.

my faith was broken. my heart was bruised. my life was lost.

(...years later a friend and colleague would tell me that she didn't realize just how low my depression hit until she saw me rise out of it.)

the night of that concert was the night i began to rise.

"so tell me your troubles, let the pain rain down," karin sang.

i found myself wanting to tell her all the reasons for the aching in my soul.

"the trouble is i'm so exhausted. the plot, you see, i think i've lost it. i need the grace to find what can't be found."

i was lost in the song. lost in the moment. lost in the hope that someone, somewhere cared that i was hurting, even if it was a stranger singing on the stage a few feet in front of me. the defenses that i had so carefully constructed were falling brick by brick around me and quiet tears fell from my eyes as i bowed my head and prayed the chorus:

"i wanna do better.
i wanna try harder.
i wanna believe down to the letter.
Jesus and mary, come and carry us across this ocean into the arms of forgiveness."

i don't have the "salvation" moment that some christian faiths require. i couldn't tell you the moment i "accepted Jesus". it happened over time when i was a much younger version of myself. it wasn't a moment, it was more like a lifetime. however, i can tell you the moment that i chose to get over my anger and my hurt and my disappointment. the moment that i chose to forgive the church for its downfalls. the moment i chose to try again. i was sitting next to monica in the second row of the visualite listening to over the rhine perform "long lost brother".

of all of the songs karin has sung over the years, youtube had yet to find anyone who had captured her singing this song that has come to mean so much to me but tonight i was searching the web for bits and pieces of their upcoming album "the long surrender" and ran across a rare video of "long lost brother". the visual quality is poor and the sound lacks clarity, but the feeling...that raw intensity i felt that night at the visualite in charlotte...that feeling pierces through the muddiness with such power that i found myself holding my breath.

i will forever remember this as the song that brought me back to my faith not only in the church, but in God my Creator and Sustainer.

i wonder as i wander out under the sky...

as i walked pete around in the yard tonight, i couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the stars. it is on wonderfully clear nights like tonight that i fall in love with living in the village. you just don't see stars like this in the city. i even pulled out my phone and checked google sky to point out some constellations. one star, in particular, shined brighter than the rest. google sky told me that the name of this star is sirius, and after some research i found out that sirius is actually the brightest star in the nighttime sky. i began to wonder...could this have been the star the magi followed to find Jesus?

so much of what we believe about christmas is based on the carols we began singing as children. we imagine mary riding a donkey, led by joseph, arriving in bethlehem just in time to give birth. we see a knock on the door of the inn and the keeper turning the young couple away to a stable nearby. Jesus, born among barn animals and laid to rest in a manger with shepherds and angels and three kings and their camels all watching as the silent baby king is lulled to sleep by his maiden mother.

according to the bible, though, there may or may not have been a donkey, that the young couple could have been in bethlehem for a couple weeks leading up to the birth, like the supposed donkey, no innkeepers are ever mentioned and knocking would not have been customary for that time anyway. the word "kataluma" which is commonly translated as "inn" could also mean a guest room, meaning that mary and joseph could simply have been visiting a family member's home and there wasn't room for them or the new baby. the only thing that we know for sure, is that they laid Jesus to rest in a manger, which makes sense as it is the perfect size for an infant.

and then there are the magi. they didn't find Jesus until he was already introduced into the Temple and was probably a toddler running around and hiding behind his parents' legs. we call them kings because it was prophesied in isaiah that the messiah would be worshiped by kings, but they were more likely zoroastrian priests of persia. we sing "we three kings" because there were three gifts, so we assume there were three magi, although the bible never mentions exactly how many there were. we sing "of orient are" because matthew's gospel tells us that the magi were from the east. just how far east, though, we cannot be sure.

we celebrate epihany on january 6th, twelve days after christmas, as the day god was revealed to us through the son. in the west, we celebrate this day as the day the magi (gentiles) visited our baby savior (and served him as king). some traditions even call this day "three kings day", but we aren't sure there were three and we don't even know that they were actually kings. what we do know, however, is that there were more than two wise men from "the east" who visited Jesus and brought him gifts of frankincense, gold, and myrrh, gifts befitting of a king: gold, a valuable symbol of kingship; frankincense, a perfume of priests; and myrrh, a symbol of death for its use as an embalming oil.

tonight as i was out underneath the stars i thought about those wise men, seeing a star rise at the birth of Jesus and following as it led them to the child king. i thought about the gifts they presented to Jesus and how a small child would have responded to such gifts. for some reason the two-year-old Jesus i imagine would not have cared about the gifts. he would have been more interested in watching his dad go to work on his latest carpentry project or playing with his cousin john.

but then again, kids can surprise you...

the day after thanksgiving, trevor, nicole, and zedica arrived for a short visit. i had just decorated the house for christmas and zedica seemed to like the nativities i had scattered around the house. we were playing with my favorite nativity (i bought it in prague as a memento of my first visit to the homeland) one evening when she decided to give the baby Jesus the rings she had been playing with earlier. apparently, we forgot about them because weeks later when i was cleaning up all of my christmas decorations and packing them away i found her two rings still right there with the manger.

i sent them with mom and dad who are visiting trevor this weekend to return them to zedica, although it doesn't sound like she missed them at all. mom gave them back to her, but she hadn't even realized they were gone. when grandma, who didn't know the whole story, asked zedica where the rings came from she simply replied, "from God."

what gift will you bring to Jesus this year? the gold of being King over your life? the death of bad habits? the favorite of our toys?

i think that, in the end, you'll find that the details of the christmas story aren't that important. the bottom line is that God came to earth through this child to bring creation closer to our Creator. so no matter what we put in that offering plate on Sunday morning, no matter what our new year's resolutions may be, no matter what we offer of our souls to Jesus, it all came "from God" anyway.

silent night

"silent night, holy night
all is calm, all is bright
round yon virgin mother and child
holy infant, so tender and mild
sleep in heavenly peace"

years ago our house would be full of guests for christmas eve. my grandparents would be visiting from bellaire and chris would be in from pickerington for the night. to make room for the extra people, my brother would move into my room and sleep on the floor. one of my fondest christmas memories is laying in bed delaying sleep, staring at the ceiling singing silent night with my big brother, taking turns to create the coolest harmonies.

then there was the first time i ever heard my grandfather sing. although mom and dad tell me that he used to sing me czech lullabies to help me sleep, the first time i remember my grandpa singing was when i was in middle school. it was at our christmas eve worship service during silent night. the tender sweetness in his voice gave me chills. if i could have seen into his mind during that song, i think i would have seen childhood memories of singing carols with his many siblings in snowy st. joe, ohio.

tonight, as i sang the song for the millionth time, i couldn't help but marvel at the many changes over the years. sure, i was in the same church i had spent christmas eve most years of my life, but as much as time seemed to stand still, the faces around me told a different tale. the new faces sitting in the pews around me, the many old familiar faces that have gone missing over the years...the bible study mentors who left such a strong impact on my theological thought process, the youth group friends and their families who shared so many experiences, missionary george who taught me what it was like to be a servant leader, worship team leaders who challenged me to let the holy spirit out of the box, best friends who showed me unconditional love, family who now has families of their own, family who have died.

so many people were missing. so much has changed. and yet, the song is a constant. year after year we sing the verses and raise our lit candles in the air. for those few minutes, all truly is calm. babies who have screamed throughout the service are somehow hushed, noses that sniffled and sneezed are dry, hearts that have been hurting finally sense the hope that the newborn baby we sing of brings. for maybe the first time in the busy holiday season, we think not about what is missing in our lives, but about who just arrived.

i can't help but think of mercyme's lullaby told from joseph's point of view - "i believe the glory of heaven is lying in my arms tonight, but Lord i ask that He just for this moment simply be my child." this hope that we've all been waiting for, this knight in shining armor - He's here. but for now, he's just a child. for now, we must remain patient. for now, we cherish the still calm night, because it is only a matter of time before Jesus goes to work in us and through us to change the world.

boston

if friends are defined as people who love you the way you are and stick around long enough to see who you become, then i have surely been blessed with more friends than i deserve.

over the past week, i have enjoyed a lovely vacation in boston where i have had the privilege of spending time with three such friends:

adriane and i met in middle school. we were in separate grades and although we ran in different circles, we gradually bonded through band competitions and choir trips to new york city. when adriane graduated from high school, we were (un)affectionately known in our little group of friends as the giddy patrol. we were always smiling, always giggling, always having fun together.


sean and i met in college. he was friends with my roommate's crush. the four of us (me, my roommate, her crush, and sean) became fast friends our freshman year. most of my early college memories revolve around the four of us getting ourselves into trouble in one way or another. whether it was sean and greg sneaking onto our dorm roof to escape pledging craziness, saving sean and kelly from drowning in the river, or jumping into the pond at our seventh and final formal together, well, we were living life to the fullest.


charlie and i met a couple years ago at a mutual friend's wedding. i had heard his name consistently for at least five years, but had never met him. instantly, i knew this guy was someone i could appreciate. he could carry on worthwhile conversation, liked to people watch as much as i did, and his facial expressions and good humor kept me laughing most of the night. as much fun as we had that night, i wondered if i would see this new friend again. luckily, i have.



i could have been anywhere this past week - boston, buckhannon, or buckeye lake. what made this vacation so soul swelling was the friends who accompanied me on the little journey. i went to bed early and woke up late, but in between those times i spent time with friends who have allowed me the ebb and flow that comes with growing up.

during this vacation my body rested and my soul stretched, but tomorrow i head back to the village. in six hours i will board a plane and return to a lifestyle that stresses my psyche and tires my feet. i will rush into the office to make the necessary changes to the weekly newsletter before going to print at 9am. then i will put the finishing touches on my presentation for class before going to a staff meeting that will take most of the rest of the morning. i will grab lunch, teach class, and have just enough time at the end of the day to skim through the pile of mail that is surely waiting at my desk.

my prayer is this... that God would quiet my mind long enough to enjoy the last few hours i have of freedom and that i might remember that my life was made for more than work. my life was made for friendship and adventure and love and laughter. may God remind me of those times spent as a giddy little girl with adriane and a trouble-making teenager with sean because healthy doses of those will help me to one day become the unforgettable woman i was created to be.

moonlight

pete and i were taking our daily midnight stroll when i looked up and saw the most beautiful full moon. the clouds though, they were moving so quickly that the moonlight was something like a strobe light. with halloween approaching on the calendar my mind instantly went to classic cinematic moments in film when you know that something big is about to happen because the shot focuses on the moon just as clouds cover it in darkness. before i completely creeped myself out by thinking about horror films and halloween ghosts my mind switched gears and landed on a completely different train of thought.

i don't know what is different this year, but i feel like i am working 24/7. i work all day, then i come home and i work on my computer all night into the wee hours of dark. tonight, for example, i finished at 1:20am. with this crazy pace of life, i'm having a hard time keeping focus on the bigger things of life.

chris used to say, "don't get so lost in the urgent that you lose sight of the important." i'm lost in the urgent and i have no map to get out. i can't get past the "have-to"s and the "must-be"s to be able to think about the "want-to"s or the "could-be"s. even as i write, i'm thinking about work - the "want-to"s and "could-be"s for Pfeiffer.

the more important things of life, though, are health, family, friends and faith. and i'm not doing so well in any of those areas. i called my brother and sister-in-law last night and realized that i nearly forgot my niece's birthday next week. i would not have remembered had nicole not mentioned it. i'm trying to get together with friends and the first day i have free is october 30th, and i don't even have the full day. i have work that evening. i have been trying to get back to the gym for weeks, but i can't find time in the day to make it happen. i keep saying, "i'll go tomorrow" but tomorrow never comes.

and then there's my faith. church isn't worship for me right now. i go and i try to center my mind, but i can't help but run through my to-do list over and over again wondering if it will end on time and whether i can get out of the door without being stopped for conversation so i can get back to my office and cross something else off of my list.

work is clouding the Light from shining in my world.

but something big is about to happen.

i don't know what it is yet, but the horror film suspense is killing me.

locked out

i’ve been staying at a friend’s house for the weekend, but yesterday i drove back to misenheimer for a few hours to take another friend out for her birthday and pick up the bill from a student activity at the local movie theater. at the end of the night i drove back to charlotte to stay with my friend. when i showed up at her door around midnight i called and i texted, but heard no response. i noticed that her bedroom light was still on, so i rang the doorbell. the light turned off. i called again. no response.

we lock our doors at night to keep out strangers and thieves. we lock our hearts for the very same reason.

one bad experience too many and we build up walls to protect us from being hurt again. you say you're not into public displays of affection because it’s easier than admitting that you’re completely insecure about your body. you tell people you don’t want to have kids because it’s easier than confessing that your heart broke the moment the doctor told you that you couldn’t. you believe his it-will-be-different-this-time lies because it's easier to be with someone who's wrong for you than to wait for that someone who is right.

i've got pentagon worthy security systems around my heart. i use sarcasm as a deterrent and when all else fails, there's always self-sabotage to finish the job.

i once dated a guy who (after we broke up, of course) told me that i wasn't affectionate enough. i didn't hold his hand in public or sit on his lap at parties. i didn't give him enough love. i told him that it was probably because i didn't love him. the truth is, though, that after months of dating i was still so uncertain of his affection for me that i was unwilling to risk my own.

so i'm standing in front of my friend's house, about to cry because i'm so exhausted from a long couple days. i text every friend i have in charlotte. well, every friend that just might still be awake at 1am. no one answers. i decide to drive back to misenheimer, but everyone there is asleep, including the student who is petsitting at my house for the weekend. i have nowhere to sleep in charlotte, and i can't go back to my house either. i'm homeless. i have nowhere to go. in a spirit of desparation i post a status on facebook and one of my lovely colleagues immediately offers for me to crash at her place.

my friend called me at 3:30am when she woke up and realized that i had never come back. she was considerably worried and overly apologetic. i drove back to charlotte and walked up to her house, and she immediately promised to have a spare key made for me so this would never happen again.

relationships are all about taking risks. sometimes we see the light on inside and it gives us hope that the door will be opened for us, that those self-built walls will come crumbling down. we call and text and bang on the door just to see the light go off and be left alone out on the street. sometimes, though, you're invited in and even given your very own key.

humpty dumpty

i was in such a hurry that i was at the door before i realized that i hadn't yet put shoes on. i ran back up the stairs to my closet and pulled out my favorite 4-inch nine west wedges. they matched my outfit perfectly and i rarely get to wear them these days. i buckled each shoe in record time before darting for the stairs.

my left foot didn't leave the top stair. the rest of me, however, kept tumbling down the stairs. eventually, all of me ended up at the bottom of the staircase. if i weren't in such a rush, i would have shed a tear over the broken shoe that still hung from my left foot, dangling so pathetically, but there simply wasn't enough time for crying. so i ran back up the stairs and put on a pair of tan leather peep-toe pumps and hurried off for a full night.

it wasn't until a couple hours later while i was sitting on the front row for an hour-long lecture that i began to notice the straining in my calf muscle and the ache in my shoulder. i took a handful of aleve tonight in preparation for a long night and even worse morning of pain.

sometimes life has us going so fast that it isn't until we stop and sit still for a little while that we begin to feel the hurt and the disappointment caused along the way.

rope bone roots and ballerina dreams

as i threw away the last strings of the rope bone pete had finally shredded to bits, i couldn't help but think about bringing him home that first night. i was in class until 5pm then went to the smith household to pick him up. they sent us home with a bag of rawhides, a huge bag of food, a bright red collar (which as soon as we got in the car to leave i immediately switched out for the cute blue one he's wearing in the photo), and this thick rope bone that has lasted far longer than any other rope bone i've brought home. i don't know where they bought it, but it's lasted nearly nine months and every other one i've bought to replace it has never lasted more than a week.

i was a chronic thumb-sucker as a child, but i couldn't suck my thumb without holding my blankie right at my nostrils so i could smell the comforting scent of home. eventually, my parents hid my blankie in hopes that i would quit sucking my thumb. society had decided that i was too old to be a thumb-sucker and my parents agreed. it was time to move on. on some level, i bet the guilt i felt as i threw away the final strings of pete's bone into the trash can is similar to the pain my parents felt as they snuck in my room and stole my blankee as i was sleeping. there's guilt, but there's also power and a strong sense of caring in knowing that what you're doing is best for the one you love, even if they won't think so at the time.


funny how our roots stick with us long after we've left. when i was a little girl i dreamt of being a ballerina waitress. i wanted to invent this new profession where one could twirl in tiny circles as she danced her way to deliver food to her customers. like pete's red collar, that dream got switched out for one more fitting as i got older.

other dreams though, they haven't disappeared so quickly. i had a plan for my life. at twenty-seven i was supposed to be married with two children, maybe another one on the way. i was supposed to have already had an exciting career and a busy big city life. instead, i live in a village with a dog who destroys toys and a cat who still hasn't forgiven me for bringing home the dog. i'm not married. and i don't have any kids, either. and although my job keeps me on my toes a lot, i can't honestly call it "exciting".



like pete and his beloved rope bone from the smiths, i've held on to old ideas. ideas of what my life 'should have been'. but like the single lifeless string hanging from pete's lips, those dreams are useless. i barely notice them in myself, but the danger of their ability to strangle my insides still exists. i must let go of them in order to embrace new dreams.

i'll keep buying different brands of rope bones until i find one as durable as his first. and i'll keep dreaming dreams until i find one worth truly chasing. dreams are only dreams. but when you find one worth chasing it becomes more than a dream. it becomes your life.

i'm tired of merely dreaming. i'm ready to live.

i want to vomit

i hear the word "racism" and i think of the sixties. but, in light of dr. laura's recent radio ridiculousness, i have to ask - is racism still an issue in america today? sadly, yes it is. and homophobia and sexism and...and...the list could go on forever.

i hear the six-letter N word and the three-letter F word and i am utterly flabbergasted. how does anyone on this earth think that it is okay to use such vulgar langauge? i see "that's so gay" and "that's so retarded" littering facebook pages and i want to pull my hair out.

no matter how many degrading prejudices surface in conversation, i am always surprised. every time. it never becomes normal and it never becomes expected. i still can't believe that people think it's okay to speak that way.

i've heard students express concern about sharing a room with a homosexual person and i've heard parents demand that their child get placed with a roommate of the same race. SERIOUSLY?!

my heart is hurt and my stomach is sick. i want to vomit.

how do we fight these prejudices? we have to speak up. we have to. when we hear someone use offensive language, we need to address it. immediately. and consistently. and we have to educate each other about our differences. i believe that prejudices are created out of our fear of the unknown and the only way to disband them is to learn more about each other.

one day we will finally live up to those words of Jesus to "love one another" (john 13:34). such a simple commandment, and yet we just can't get it right. until we can truly love each other without prejudice, can we really call ourselves "christian"?

27 gifts for 27 years

last year i offered 26 memories for 26 years. to honor my birthday this year, in no particular order, i will share the 27 best gifts of my 27 years:

1) mr. darcy. kara appreciate my love of the book and developed a tradition of always giving me a gift related to pride and prejudice. mr. darcy was my birthday gift several years ago. he is the perfect cat. he plays fetch, he drinks from the faucet, he defends my honor. i love him :)

2) my bed. my grandmother spent most of her life as a clothing buyer for stone and thomas department stores. shopping wasn't just a hobby, it was her life. she loves to shop, and i love to shop with her.

3) broadway light series. jenny and sally are two of most generous people i have ever known - they are constantly caring for the people around them through the gifts of their love, their time, their service, and of course, theater tickets.

4) scripture note. kelly set a high standard for my roommates that came after her. she was bold, strong, funny, caring, and extremely supportive of every one of my dreams. one day, just when i really needed it, i came back to our dorm room to find a note on my desk with an encouraging scripture verse. it's been 9 years and that index card still encourages me from the bulletin board above my work desk.

5) banana pudding. gloria and chris came to visit me shortly after my gallbladder surgery with a wonderful dinner, including homemade banana pudding. i've never tasted anything so delicious. for days, all i could eat was bootsie's pimento cheese and gloria's banana pudding.

6) mirror. chris had put a very unique mirror in the family yard sale. i saw it and brought it back inside. it is the centerpiece of my kitchen and the inspiration for the entire decoration.

7) sex and the city. andrew gave me the complete series one christmas. when i get lonely in the village sometimes, carrie and the girls keep me company :)

8) my house. sure, the roof rotted through and the bathroom plumbing was leaking through my walls, but i love this house and it is so nice that pfeiffer lets me live here. it truly is my home.

9) my box. heather decoupaged a wooden box representing countless memories. i catch a glimpse of the box and i can't help but grin thinking of all of the fun times we had.

10) chopper. chandra introduced me to the wonderful world of pampered chef with a vegetable chopper several years ago when she began working for the company. i've been hooked ever since.

11) nativity. mom, dad, grandma, and grandpa all came together to gift me the entire willow tree nativity set. at dilworth, i left it up year-round. it's just too beautiful to keep in a box 11 months of the year.

12) zedica. trevor and nicole didn't give birth to zedica as a gift to me, but every day with her feels like opening gifts on christmas morning. she is such a joy and adds so much to my life.

13) goodbye gift. lynn gathered families at dilworth and gave with such generosity that i could have never said "thank you" enough. it was so far above and beyond and it really helped me to walk away without the overwhelming stress of being jobless and without income.

14) music. i don't know what i would do in this world if i could not appreciate the delicate melodies and intricate harmonies of my favorite musicians.

15) cat ornament. while i worry that the fact that someone randomly bought me a cat ornament may imply that i am turning into a cat lady, the idea that someone thought of me and wanted to gift me something anonymously is beautiful. thank you, whoever you are!

16) my first car. rhonda the honda. she was a 1999 civic and she was well loved. i used to sing "help me rhonda" to her on our long road trips together. she was smashed to bits on park road one dark day in charlotte. i made it out alive from the accident, but she didn't. i miss her...

17) my job. kathleen and gloria reached out to me at a time when my faith in the church was lost. they had faith in me, even when i had none in anything. chris took a chance on me, a stranger with more employment baggage than a 23 year old girl could carry. he had faith in me, even when i had none in anything. what was supposed to be a 10 month detour from my path toward being the best youth pastor to ever walk the earth turned into a complete change of direction. and i couldn't be happier.

18) bean bag chair. i don't remember which birthday it was, but brad and chandra got together and gave me the most random assortment of gifts. among them was a bright blue bean bag chair. i loved that chair. and i loved that it was from two of my favorite people.

19) trophy. jacob showed up at my doorstep one morning before high school and presented me with a bowling trophy. he had covered the name plate with masking tape and hand wrote "world's best girlfriend" with black ink. i am sure that he found it at goodwill for ten cents, but the surprise was cute and the goofy sentiment appreciated. it still makes me laugh awkwardly when i think of it.

20) mission trip survival kit. bootsie and amy were the best coworkers in the world. we made an incredible team! when i left for my first mission trip with the dilworth youth, they handed me a survival kit. it was hilarious! it had the essentials - bug spray, asprin, etc. it also had some fun things to keep me sane like bubble and a princess tiara. good times, haha

21) smores kit. the lewisburg youth gave me a smores maker kit when i finished my internship with them so many summers ago. we had made lots of smores together over the summer and every time i pull it out i think of those girls and the amazing summer spent with that community.

22) art. i had the most amazing art teachers. mrs. cheney and mrs. beall inspired me to be creative when other teachers were merely teaching memorization. i struggle sometimes to jump outside of the box, but i still hear their encouragement.

23) pete. pete was rescued by the smith family in charlotte. they put out a massive e-mail search to find a home for him, and i simply answered the call. the family took him to the vet and cared for his initial shots and surgery then gave him to me without accepting payment. he has been such an incredible addition to my little family and i couldn't thank pam enough. (and bootsie for forwarding me the e-mail!)

24) mix cds. rich, heather, and adriane are notorious for making the BEST mix cds. in the days of ipods, few people take the time to thoughtfully put together a good mix cd and these three do an awesome job.

25) birthday breakfast. katy made me birthday breakfast last year and it was delicious! it was a great surprise and the whole office came out to enjoy the yummy delicacy. this is just one of the many culinary creations that katy shares with me on a regular basis.

26) hockey. many moons ago jon briggs introduced me to the wonderful world of ice hockey. i think we watched every hockey movie ever made during that summer in ohio. then along came katie, whose love of buffalo sabres hockey is off the charts. it is so intense that it's contagious ...and i caught the disease!

27) my barbie house. grandpa made all kinds of things for me over the years - bedroom furniture as a little girl, mascot signs in high school, shelving and bed risers for college... but the best was my barbie house. two story home painted pink with white shutters. sliding glass doors to the patio. rolling garage door. real toilet paper, cut and rolled up in the bathroom. spiral staircase. real tile flooring. handmade curtains, thanks to grandma. it was every girl's dream, and it was made especially for me. i can't wait to give that to a special little girl.