I've given up arguing with myself. I shall go public with this. Forgive my being sentimental. This is personal. But so is everything we create and gift.
Here is my prime example for that.
Today is my mom's 70th birthday. It will be her second in heaven. She's still and will remain to be sorely missed. Sometimes great people come in small "packages". My mom may not have been blessed with physical height, but her heart... oh, what can I say?! She taught me how to knit. Together we spent much time creating wonderful things with just two sticks and a ball of string - like a non-crafter could call it.
Here are two pictures of the shawl I made for her 68th birthday. Little did I know then that it would be her last. I have been assured it was source of great joy to her. It is now with one of her best friends, my dad's cousin. It reminds her of my mom and the last birthday they celebrated together. And it soothes the aching of the hole my mom left behind in the lives of all who knew and loved her.
For me? For me, this shawl means that my mom KNEW that she was well and truly loved. And I know she returned that love so very boundless and unconditional that only a parent (and not necessarily by birth, also by choice) can.
In my mind, my mom sits on a soft cloud, dangling her legs, knitting rainbows. She's very much in my heart when I create things to give away. And everything I create has her love in it as well as mine. And God's love, too - first and foremost, because He created us, gave His all for us.
Happy birthday, mom.