Mine was a wooden wall plaque that my son made for me when he was around 10. He worked on it at school every day, hiding it from me and not divulging a thing about it. On Christmas morning he was so excited, he handed me his present and told me to open it right away. I did, and I think that's the first time I ever cried over a present.
In this beautiful piece of wood my son had meticulously hand-carved, "To the BEST mom in the world. - Your son, Stephen"
That was the most heartfelt, wonderful present I have ever received.
**Brandy, when I read your post it reminded me of what I went through after I lost my mom. I was 10 when she passed away, and one of the things I had of hers that I cherished was an old china doll that her mother had given to her...I believe it was her mother's when she was a little girl too, so it was very old. One day I decided to rearrange the furniture in my room, and the china doll was on top of my dresser, leaning against the wall. I guess you know what happened...I pulled the dresser away from the wall and the doll fell, shattering into hundreds of pieces. It was absolutely beyond repair. I put myself through so much anguish over that, but you know I finally came to realize that as much as we cherish things our loved ones leave to us, they really are just symbols. If anything happens to them we feel hurt, but the most treasured gift your dad has given to you is his love, which stays with you no matter what.
I do hope you find your snowman, but even if it doesn't show up right now, remember that your dad is there with you in spirit, surrounding you with his love. My mom is always with me, has been for all these years, and that is what I think they want us to know and acknowledge more than anything else.
You'll have a wonderful Christmas....:hug:
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