(If you don't have time to muck through this, quickly, quickly, skip to the end. I implore you!)
I have more Beanie Baby updates for you all. This really has been one exciting, albeit inadvertent, endeavor. I confess that I was a little nervous there, at the numbers of beanies that were being shipped over to my kiddo. I hadn't heard, until a few days ago, that Brian and his buddies were able to handle the volume of your oh-so-generous contributions.
There have been a few days when I've felt like an absolute lunatic for shipping boxes and boxes of beanie babies over. I've found myself thinking, "What am I DOING? Those guys are over there, working, and fighting, and they're dirty, and exhausted, and I'm sending stuffed toys? Those boys must think I've taken absolute leave of my senses; I am surely "The Crazy Mom."
But now I know.
I know, now, that though we might not be stopping the insanity, we are putting a smile on more than a few faces. Children are laughing because of us. Soldiers are looking for your packages. They WANT your boxes and beanies on THEIR trucks. There ARE dusty, sweaty, exhausted boys over there, that are having a bit of fun and a laugh.
Because of you.
All the way over there, on the other side of the world. You are touching our American boys, and their Iraqi children and parents.
If world leaders can't come to terms, at least we can, as mere citizens, shake one another's hands, hand a few toys to their kids, and put smiles on their faces. If that's not one step toward world peace, I don't know what is.
It is what we can do.
And NOW, without further adieu, I present you the half-baked, incomplete, under-construction, I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-doing website:
Yes, it's come to all that. It is TIME to raise the roof and GET THIS PARTY STARTED.
Blog this. Send the link to everyone you know, and ask them to send it to everyone THEY know.
I swear. I'll fix you spaghetti, too, if you do.