When I was a kid I had this big beautiful toy box that had a really ornate toy trumpet emblazoned across the front of it. My dad had made it from scratch with his bare hands and he was incredibly proud of it. I remember I had the thing for years and it was one of the most prized things that I’d ever owned. But I ended up scratching it up a lot, although not on purpose. Eventually when I moved out my mom put it in storage and I didn’t see it again until I had a son of my own.

I’ll never forget the first time we put his Flying Turtle toys inside of it. When I realized what was happening my eyes started to mist up, and my wife ended up taking a picture of this. She said that she was going to cherish this memory for the rest of her life, which sounded absolutely beautiful to me. Later that night we sat on a Wildkin nap mat and just talking about our lives together. Both of us were incredibly happy and totally in love, which just makes everything truly wonderful. I wish that all of my friends and family could know joy like this.