Or it's very possible my love for Olivia comes from a deep-seeded, unfulfilled childhood fantasy. You see, I have always wanted a baby pig. I still want a baby pig! If I had a dollar for every time I begged Daddy for one I'd be a millionaire. Of course if I had a dollar for every time he said 'no', I'd be a multi-millionaire. And you know that old saying about how we grow up to marry our fathers?...yup - you guessed it. Still no baby pig for Kathie.
But don't feel sorry for me. This story does have a happy ending! You see, last night at the Kennedy Center before the ballet performance of 'Peter Pan', Mama and I browsed through the gift shop. And right there on the shelf smiling back at me with that sweet little 'I-know-you-want-to-buy-me' grin, was Olivia herself, performing her own ballet routine of leaps and pirouettes.
My heart leapt with joy! Why, I'd almost forgotten about her!
Without a moment's hesitation I paid for the book. Clutching it tightly against my heart I almost felt as if Olivia herself had reached out to me. For that evening during the ballet performance, all I could contemplate was a sweet little girl that would (in a few years) be perched on my lap, eyes wide with wander as she watched her first performance of the Washington Ballet.
What better way than to allow this charming little character, Olivia, to plant that first seed of interest.
And you can guarantee, that if Sophia ever decides she wants a baby pig - it will be hers for the asking!