The most thoughtful and memorable gift my parents ever gave me was a set of three gloves.
This gift was so thoughtful as each glove represented a sport that I was keenly interested in.
These were gifts on my birthday when I was in my early twenties and I still have these gloves, almost.
The first pair are cross country ski gloves. A wool inner liner and a very supple leather outer cover.
The second pair were for sailing. They got used sailing with friends on their boats or when skippering my Fireball. Now a days I’m using them on the Oarboard for rowing.
The third pair is the “almost” pair as they were stolen ☹️. This pair were Solomon down hill ski gloves made extra special by a large “S” on the back of the hand for Solomon or was it for Stewart?🤫
Anyway on a cool day I was riding my Honda 550F and parked it to briefly go into a store. I locked the Helmut to the bike and stuffed the gloves in the Helmut. A short time in the store and the gloves were gone when I came out. I still miss those gloves.
The glove trio remind me of my parents love and the effort and thoughtfulness behind the gift. I remember them fondly when use these gloves many years later.