It amazes me what My Girl sometimes associates with her birth Father since she has no actual memory of him. Today I was cleaning out her dresser and found a shirt with tags still on it. I threw it into the pile to give away, and she snatched it back immediately. As she was hugging it tightly, I guess she noticed my obvious look of confusion. This prompted her to explain she had to keep it because it was a Christmas gift from her Dad. Even though she'd never wear it, she didn't have the heart to part with it.
It hurts my heart that all she has to hold on to of her Father is a $15 shirt from Gymboree.