My man is helping to take care of his mom right now (a good son) and he took Lucy dog with him. Lucy's toys, especially Willie, is looking so sad and keeps watching the door, hoping Lucy will bound in any moment.
I love this little tricycle I bought years ago. Brightly colored and heavy. It's made of iron and our granddaughters each have at some point sat on it and ridden it ... then when they were too big, they put their dolls or bears on it to go for a ride. That little trike holds special memories.
