Over 25 years ago, when my mother was pregnant with my younger sister, she stitched and embroidered a gift for me she assumed would hang in my nursery. Apparently, she never got around to framing it or hanging it up.
Fast forward 25+ years: My older sister, Nicole, was looking through the garage for some of her Halloween decorations when she stumbled upon a pattern for a baby announcement stitchery project. Hoping that there was an actual project to go along with the pattern, she searched and found at the bottom of the box just such a project my mom had created for me.
Christmas morning it was the last present anyone opened. My sister's gift was to pay to have it professionally-framed. I cried for nearly 2 hours after receiving the gift. I couldn't believe that my mom had taken the time to make something so beautiful for me and for none of my other siblings. (My sister also found MY precious baby book years ago. I am also the only one of my 4 siblings to have a baby book. I am also the only one of my 4 siblings whom my mother nursed.) I'm not sure why she did all of these things for me and not for the other children. I am, however, grateful to have received such a precious gift from my mother this Christmas. Tears still come to my eyes to think about it and to know that my mother (and father) are still thinking about me. I love you Mom and Dad!

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