When I was somewhere in the neighborhood of five years old, my grandmother made an ornament for me. It's a little angel, and I've kept it all these years. Most of the time, if anyone else hung it, I'd freak out. It's my ornament, dang it!
I let Travel Man hang it up this year, though, so she'd be nice and high.
I commented last night that I wondered if my grandmother would have known or even guessed that I would have kept that little angel all these years. She's now more than 30 years old!
I've got a lot of other ornaments on the tree from my childhood, but that one is my favorite. Nanny made it for me, you see.