This is the face of adoration and one of the many reasons Iris got an early Christmas present. She’d never seen a doll before, not until Thanksgiving when she saw her cousin Lyla’s collection of dolls.
Iris was entranced.
A face that is smaller than hers. A face she is allowed to explore with fingers of dubious intent. Carl and I both kept calling it Dolly until I got fed up with the lack of creativity. We named her Dorothea. I continue to call her Dolly, but at least I do it with a clear conscience now.
We’re all big fans of Dolly, but this is my biggest reason.
This, folks, is the face of pure delight.