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Never had the young boy come across a word as weak as the word 'Excitement'.

At three years of age, the joys in life were simple. Or was simple too weak a word to describe the intoxicating waves of exultation Benjamin Jones would feel overwhelming each and every one of his senses when his fingertips came across the simple touch of the fabric he had come to love during the endless wonders of his playtimes? At his age, he didn't really understand just how exhilarating it felt to find himself lost within the pits of his own imagination because, to be frank, his vocabulary wasn't actually wide enough to pinpoint just how he felt in words.

Having handed most of his toys down to his younger sister, the two toys he owned meant the world to him, and he made sure he reminded the cow folk of this each and every day by having them experience playtime at its ultimate best; Imagination like Sheriff Woody and Jessie the Yodelling' Cowgirl had never experienced - literally.

His ultimate enthusiasm towards the best events in life hadn't died down in any way or form as he sat his two collectible toys down on the ground, using his hands to support them so they didn't end up flopping backwards, a broad smile lighting his face up as he used the little time he had before the big event to play with his two toys he loved dearly,

"Hey," He began enthusiastically, his voice full of something which doubled the complexity of excitement. He had gotten up early enough that day to play with them. "Mummy and Daddy are getting married today. I can't wait!"

The way he spoke to his toys always lit the hearts of the inanimate life forms like springing lanterns, speaking to them as if they had been alive - which, in reality, they really were. But the chances of him finding this out though were incredibly slim.

"I really can't wait!" He yelled excitedly. He had been waiting for this day for so long - too long in his opinion, but this didn't seem to bother him. The fact that the day had come lifted his spirits up to the sky. An incredible sensation in his opinion; one he couldn't ignore so very easily. "And I get to sit at the big table with them!"

At his owner's charitable words, Woody found it hard not to allow his smirk to point skywards. Days like these, the Sheriff had always believed, were definitely worth the wait.

"And guess what!" Ben Jones, son of Bonnie Anderson (having inherited his mother's eyes as well as his father's hair colour), began enthusiastically. "Mummy said I could bring both of you to watch."

It took almost all of Jessie's will-power, for the cowgirl to not yodel at the top of her lungs then and there; she had been waiting for this day just as long - if not longer - than her young owner had. There was no questioning the fact that she had wanted to be there for her first owner, Emily, at the time of her wedding and it had broken her heart all those many years ago when she had been left in the donations box along with the rest of the collectible items. But she had come to realize by this point that some things in life really were worth fighting for. This had been proven by the way she had kept herself together during all the conflictions over the years as her owners grew up. Now though, it would only be worth it to see her previous owner in the mesmerizing wedding dress.

The thought made her smile inwardly.

"Benny!" David Jones, twenty three years of age by this point, called from down stairs. "Come on down, you have to meet Mummy and Jenny at the alter, remember?"

Jenny, his smaller sister, had barely even been a year younger than him and, if one had been patient enough to study both Ben's and Jenny's appearances, it would have been easy to mistake the two as twins had it not been for the age gap and the gender difference between them. Bar from the fact that Jenny's hair colour was considerably lighter than her brother's (having beached blonde hair rather than her brother's dark blonde); they seemed to be pretty much alike in appearance.

Out of his own kindness, he had handed over the rest of his toys over to Jenny; which included the all-time favourite Buzz Lightyear, Woody's horse and many more.

Nevertheless, he only needed Woody and Jessie to be happy. One toy would've been enough for him, since he had the imagination to interact with the one toy himself; but two toys would always make his day. And, if he ever needed more characters for a certain playtime, he just made them up with his imagination.

"Okay daddy," Ben called back, his smile growing wider before jumping up excitedly and running out of his bedroom, carrying both of his toys with his as he did so.

He frowned when he saw what his dad was wearing for his big day.

"How come I don't get to wear a tux?" Ben demanded, before pouting. There was no mistaking the fact that his father looked handsome in his suit, and Benjamin Jones now admired this; bring along the slightly envious tone to his voice as he uttered these words.

"Because they don't do any your size," David answered, before kneeling in front of his son and pulling a bow-tie out of his pocket. "But your mother thought you'd look cute wearing a bow-tie.

His father's last statement though, brought back the smile as David fitted the bow tie to the collar of his son's shirt.

David had never been as forward as his son with excitement, but he couldn't even question the fact that it was all crested within him; waiting to come bursting out when he repeated the vows to the love of his life.

Flattening out the black fabric, David smiled at this son. He'd never admit this to anyone; but sure as hell his wife was always right.

"There you go, all cute and handsome," David commented, before ruffling his son's hair gently, causing Ben's smirk to sink into a half-hearted frown as he shook his head in discontent. "Are you looking forward to the wedding?"

"Yeah, and so are Woody and Jessie," Ben answered happily as he held the two rag dolls out in front of them.

And boy was he right.

...

Woody almost gasped for breath when caught sight of Bonnie walking down the aisle arm-in-arm with her father, Mark Anderson. From where Ben was stood beside his father with the cow folk clutched firmly within his grasp, Woody and Jessie had a flawless view of the stunning Bride; one perfect view they would never dare bring themselves to overlook.

She was absolutely breath taking.

The layout of the church had been nothing special - just one of the regulars in Woody's opinion - but it was the featureless area around them which truly and utterly brought out the mesmerizing beauty of the young woman's figure. With her chocolate brown hair elegantly tied back into a bun and with her graceful veil silhouetting the outline of her face, Woody and Jessie had never seen such beauty in a woman (Jessie hadn't even seen such a natural beauty in Emily). Bonnie truly was quite amazing actually and, with her bouquets wild colours, even the flowers she held seemed to reflect the true beauty of her character as she slowly made her way down the aisle with her father.

Mark had always been proud of his daughter and, ultimately, he was happy for her as well. Sometimes though, as he came to recall now as a smile etched itself upon his aged face, he couldn't help but wonder where all the years had gone by. Having watched his daughter grow from a helpless infant to the intelligent young woman she was, this was only natural for him.

With a wide grin plastered across Bonnie's face, she still couldn't believe what was happening to her; she was finally getting married! It was hard to imagine just how far her feelings towards boys had progressed over the years, as she had once believed that all boys had been ridiculed with cooties. Not only had she been utterly attracted to her soon-to-be Husband almost as soon as she caught a glimpse of his breathtaking form in college, but she had also fallen in love with the Love of Her Life!

As she walked forward down the aisle, she saw her son holding the toys she had once cherished with all of her heart and her smile widened at the sight; feeling grateful for all the great memories the simple play-things had provided for her during the time where her Imagination had been completely boundless. Maybe this was why she had never handed them away to anyone else bar from her children? The true reason behind why she had kept them for all those years still remained a mystery to her, but she knew better than to question this for now as she broke part from her father to stand beside her loved one. She was just glad she kept them to hand down to her precious ones to be honest. So she left it at that.

Both Woody and Jessie watched in absolute awe as the couple uttered their vows towards one another.

"You may now kiss the bride," The vicar went on; his voice was deep and echoing as it progressed through the narrow space of the bland church.

David smiled before he pulled back Bonnie's veil and leant down to kiss her on the lips, the taste of cinnamon overwhelming his each and every sense as he did so.

Having both recently entered their seventies, Woody and Jessie had both been through some pretty rough times with their old owners by this point. However though, as they watched the moment before them in complete admiration, they were both able to overlook those times for the precious times in life they had come across. Bonnie's wedding was one of those times.

Buzz is gonna be so jealous that he missed this, Woody remarked to himself.

When the newly-wedded couple pulled away from the kiss, Woody and Jessie both began to wonder the same thing.

Where have all the years gone?