Mama always called me “Baby Doll” from the time I can remember until she passed from this life.  I never played with dolls or even liked them but I loved the endearment because she gave it to me.  Like my Grandmother Maris, she was so soft spoken, elegant, and gentle.  I never knew where she got the idea to call me that.  Then when I met my future husband he began calling me “Baby Doll” almost from the instant we started seriously dating.  I KNEW he was different and that confirmed it.  When he met my mother I told her what he always called me and she just smiled her sweet, beautiful, radiant smile.  I asked Burk why he chose that name and he said he didn’t know.  I just knew that for whatever reason it must belong to me.  The first time I saw my precious child for whom I had waited 41 years and for whom I had so fervently prayed, I marveled at her perfect beauty and thought she looked just like a Baby Doll.  With that realization dawned:  the cycle continues.  Now I call her my Baby Doll.  Former U.S. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt said, “There is a mysterious cycle in human events.  To some generations much is given.  Of other generations much is expected.  This generation of Americans has a rendezvous with destiny.”  Everyone of us has our rendezvous; we just have to wait and pray to find it.