Well guess what? All those build and bears and toys have been played with for an hour or a week and then tossed aside. About two years ago though, we went to a pizza place for a rehearsal dinner for my dad's wedding, and inside the pizza place was one of those claw machines. One of his cousins won a stuffed lion, which she gave to my son, and he was so excited - the same way he was with all of those other toys I've bought him.
Except that lion apparently made the cut that none of the others did.
For two years now, he's snuggled that thing. This cheap little toy that cost 50 cents to win has been his pride and joy - which just goes to show again that it isn't money that brings us happiness, but the thought and the love behind something that is what truly matters.
He also gave him a very valiant name: Lion. That's right - we tend to name things what they are around here, ha!
Tonight though, we got Lion, we got the leg, and we did a little early evening surgery, followed by lots of cuddly love.
Nothing makes me happier than seeing my kids smile. Sigh. It's a good day ;)