One of my favorite childhood memories involving Dad is that he would let me pick out his shirt every Sunday morning for church. I remember a beautiful plaid shirt that had a gorgeous teal color in it. I still recall how much I loved that shirt in general and on him. In my mind, I am not sure if I ever picked a different shirt on Sunday than that one. Surely he must have guided me to another choice every so often so that people at church didn't think he only had one "Sunday" shirt. Regardless, he often wore a beautiful plaid shirt with a gorgeous teal color just because I loved it.
Cue the tears. Both MH and I were just speechless and tearful over these amazing tokens that have Dad written all over them. Soft pillows made by a wonderful woman from the colorful and beautiful shirts of an amazing dad. I picked the teal one.