*Oh man, I am so not with it today, woke up feeling just blah :( But on the bright side, I have another note for you!*
April 22nd
Andy is eighteen today, and I'm not there to celebrate with him. Well to be perfectly honest, I haven't celebrated a birthday with him since he turned thirteen and started putting us in the toy chest. A kid's birthday, in my opinion is one of the most stressful day for a toy, even more than Christmas or or yard sales. On a kid's birthday, toys freak out over new toys coming in. You don't know if those new toys are going to be nice or if your kid is going to replace you with the new members. Every birthday, when Andy was younger, Sarge and his men would go downstairs and hide in the plants, keeping in check of any new toys. Of course Andy's sixth birthday always comes to mind when I freaked out over Buzz coming into the room, and we all know how that turned out. To this day, I'm still ashamed that I pushed him out the window. If I had done things different, than we would have been friends sooner and not have endured the horror at Sid's. But that's in the past and Buzz and I have come a long way since then. Since that day, we would always bring out the two-way radio's, but then all of us would be there with him when he celebrated. Even when he placed us in the toy chest, Jessie, Buzz, and I would wish him Happy Birthday, quietly of course. I wonder how he's celebrating today. If he's even celebrating at all. He might be busy with homework. There were many time I wish I could talk to him, help him with certain things. What I'd want to more than anything is does he miss me? Does he ever think about us? Does he ever wonder if we're okay and being taken care of? I think he does. I miss him sometimes, especially today.
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy birthday to Andy,
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday, partner.