What a wonderful imagination your daughter has, Candice — but one might expect that quality given her parents.

    I’ve been lucky enough to receive marvelous presents - my favorite was a trip to the UK and Italy from an old friend as a reward for having my first draft accepted for my doctorate!     

Candice, thank you so much for sharing that about your daughter.

Children and family are so precious. Even then she was thinking of your comfort. 

 I have hanging on the wall pictures my boys made when they were small, my little artists. 

For Mother’s Day one year, my kids when small made a Build A Bear for Nana with I LOVE YOU NANA in it  that you can hear her play back from time to time with a smile on her face.  The boys picked it out for her, pink (it was a cancer awareness bear, but they didn’t pick it for that, but because it sparkled and Nana collected teddy bears).  So they kissed the hearts, placed it inside and stuffed it.  Now they are 12 and 14. 

But for a moment locked in time, she will always hear their tiny young voices and have a keepsake and memory they gave her.

I think it is sweet of your husband as well to find ways to keep surprising you and you him.  In a way we all are our own romance novel being written. :winks:

Again thanks for sharing! It brought a smile to my face.

My I-Pod. I was able to take my extensive CD collection and put it all on one little gadget.

The fact that is was a red I-Pod which gave back to charity made it even better.

The best gift I think I ever got was a giant dollhouse my father made for me when I was about 5. It was Christmas, my father dressed up as Santa and snuck out the back of our house with the dollhouse. His pants fell down while he was holding the giant, HEAVY gift and then he got stuck on the gate. FINALLY he made it to the front porch and my mother had forgetten he was out there as we had several guests for a Christmas party. Needless to say, he was on the porch for at least a half an hour with the dollhouse. Inside the attic of the house, as part of the gift,  was a teddy bear who I named Sally. When I was about 9 my mother washed her in the washing machine and her head came off. She has the old swivel head so you can’t just pop it back on. Several years later, Sally was brought to a doll repair shop. Weeks went by and we hadn’t heard from the owner. She went out of business and left town…. WITH MY BEAR! About a year later my mother received a call from the county sheriff and was asked to come to the station to identify Sally the Bear. I have her and she still doesn’t have her head attached. I am 41 now and those were the two best gifts ever because of the thought into them and the darn funny stories attached.