I gave my Mom a handmade book of poetry, which I made myself. I had chosen a bunch of poems about motherhood, and transcribed them in hand written calligraphy, and made pressed flower arrangements on the facing page for each poem. I covered with with a fabric and hand crocheted cover. It made her cry.
I gave my Dad a fairly expensive Bowie knife. It made him cry. I had no idea he had always wanted one from the time he was a little boy, but never got one.
I gave my Gramma a little figurine I sculpted of herself, posing in a ballet costume for one of her publicity shots. It made her cry.
I gave my Pa a collection of Cole Bros. Circus posters I had customized with his own clown face. He was a clown and acrobat with that circus before he made it in Vaudeville. They made him cry.
I gave my sister-in-law a silver butterfly brooch that had belonged to my Gramma, for a wedding gift. It made her cry.
They were all tears of joy, thank goodness. I guess if you can manage to make someone cry with tears of joy it must be a pretty good gift.
A forum community dedicated to vegetarian, vegans, and vegetable enthusiasts. Come join the discussion about agriculture, preparation, cooking, recipes, scales, reviews, accessories, classifieds, and more!