Oh the stories she could tell...

I found this precious little wooden Japanese doll at the base thrift shop today and I just HAD to have her! I immediately fell in love with her sweet little face. :)  She just seemed to call out to me.

I found myself wondering where she'd been, how many tables she'd sat on, how many times she'd been dropped or thrown by a child, how many times she'd been wrapped in tissue paper and placed in a box and moved, across the country, across the world?  I know she originated in Japan because she still has a little Japanese sticker on her bottom.

I named her Yoko, not just 'cause I love John Lennon but because one of the meanings of Yoko is "ocean child" or "foreign child".  She traveled across the ocean and now she's home.