My sister figured out a few years ago how much I appreciate old books. I love to read, and I love things with a history, so it only makes sense! The first book she gave me was a copy of Tennyson’s poems. I love that book. But last Christmas, she searched high and low and found a first edition of my favorite book of all time: Jane Eyre. It was even more precious because she was unemployed last year and they were struggling financially. I know that she and her dh really sacrificed to be able to buy me that book.
I also really love the knitting bag my sister in law made me for Christmas last year. She worked so hard to pick out the right fabrics, and sewed it up. She hasn’t been sewing for long, so she really had to learn new techniques to make me this bag. I use it all the time now…I appreciate her thoughtfulness to include large pockets and a matching needle roll. She knits too…and she still doesn’t have a knitting bag of her own. But when I took up knitting last year, she wanted me to have one.
And finally, I LOVE the fiesta ware my dh started buying for me. I picked out the colors, and about 5 years ago, he suprised me with my first 4 placesettings. Now, he watches for special pieces and he still picks them up for me. He is so sweet, and he buys me things, even though he doesn’t understand why I like them!
This is a “gift” we gave, but it’s definitely one of my favorites. My grandparents had lost their dog and we kept bugging them to get a new one. My grandpa was very hard to buy for and never gave any ideas so we kept teasing him that we were getting him a puppy. We had just gotten this ball that moved around on it’s own. We put that in a wrapped box, poked some holes in it, made a puddle in it and presented it to Grandpa (complete with shushing it on the way out of the room). He got this really grumpy look on his face and said he didn’t want anything to do with it. Finally we convinced him to open it. I think he did crack a smile at some point when he realized he’d been had.
Just had to reply to Sliver’s talented father, WOW!!! Your dad does BEAUTIFUL work.His guitars are amazing!!! And your spinning wheel is gorgeous!!! Now we know where you get ALL your talents from.
Jeez forgot about my best gift.When a guy at local meat market gave me my first dog,a wolf mix puppy named Keesha.She was my loyal and best friend till I had to have her put down at the age of 12 years.She went everywhere with me.I still miss her to this day and that was 30 years ago.
Becca is my “gift” and Sylvia is my “blessing.” Of course both girls are both, so let me explain.
Becca, my gift - so easily conceived, healthy and uncomplicated pregnancy, lovely untroubled birth. Amazingly healthy from the start… spirited and a handful, but just a wonderful gift given to us.
Sylvia is my blessing. Halfway through my pregnancy I was diagnosed with complete placenta previa. It never moved, and at 32 weeks I had a severe bleed. I live in a small town and my hospital of choice is at least 45 minutes away. I made it just in time - five minutes more and we might have lost her, seriously. They had trouble finding her heartbeat and when they did it was getting dangerously low. They almost had to do an emergency C-section but we stabilized and I stopped bleeding. I spent a month in the hospital on bedrest and she emerged at 36 weeks, healthy for her age. I never had to leave her alone in the hospital. Every day I look at her and think, “We almost didn’t get to meet you.” So she is my blessing.
The two greatest gifts I’ve ever been given… my girls.
The greatest gift I was given was the gift of forgiveness given to me by The Big Guy. It gave me the chance to talk to my mother again after a 15 year estrangement.
Apart from my DH, DS and wonderful family one of the best gifts i’ve had was from my Nana. It was on my 18th birthday and it was one of her rings. I remember admiring it and playing with it as a child. I cried when I opened that gift
When I was thirteen a doll came on the market " the doll with the peek-a-boo eyes".
My mother said no I was to old to want a doll for Christmas. I beg and beg and the same answer to old for a doll.
On Christmas morning I came into the livingroom and Standing there was my beautiful doll. I never forgot that doll and as the years passed I always thanked her for that doll. She is gone now and miss her terribly but I remember that Christmas morning and the love she gave me. She still said I was to old to have a doll.
To this day I love all dolls and I do have a few. Now my daughter tells me Mom you are to old to have dolls!!!
my dh’s grammy give me a featherweight 221 singer sewing machine …she got all the parts and box in ebay and get all the parts assembled and it look as good as brand new…she had the machine in her closet for 30-40 years…she is 90 years old in 2008… my MIL and SIL both got one of that machine from her and now i got one too…my dh families are fabulous people …they treated everyone equally…i am blessed
