Here: INTERLACHEN – Curled in her crib, asleep on a pink pillow, the little girl looks perfect.
"Good morning! How's my baby?" her mother says quietly, coming into the room. She bends over the crib, strokes the 3-year-old's dark curls from her forehead. "Hey Addie, Addie Joy … You going to wake up for me? We got to get you ready."
Laverne Larsen, 64, crosses to the closet and pulls out a small black velvet dress with a skirt of lilac taffeta. As she turns back to the crib, another daughter bounds in, followed by a son. This daughter is 7 and barefoot. "Anna Rose, you need to get your hair ribbon," Laverne says. The boy is 11. "Noah, you really should have something nicer than those big…
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