That is so sweet. I guess its not surprising that people can pick up on the significance of home-made items from such an early age. The fact that she can do that says a lot about here and you.
I remember growing up, this dairy farm kid had tons of metal toy tractors and whatnot. But my most favorite toy, the one I always think about, was that wooden truck my father made for me. With it I could haul my toy skidders, tractors and other trailers around the living room floor. Now my father was NOT a woodworker so this meant it was not much more than a 2x4 and some wheels. Still the toy has fond memories because my father made it for me.
Now in some ways I cannot wait for my daughter to grow up and talk more, but I must say, at the rate she is growing up now, I won't have to wait to much longer. She has he ways of telling me though. Last week I was typing away on the computer and she waddled over and kept hitting my knees for attention. So I reached down and picked her up. Then she gave me a hug, a kiss, then another hug and wanted to be put down so she could go play again. For a 1 year old, that was pretty special so it made this Dad's day!
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"