One of my favorite memories is walking into the living room on Christmas morning when I was 4 years old. At that time, we were in our little house in Yukon. Sometimes I don't know how my parents survived with Mark and I running around like crazy people in that teensy space. Anyway, I walked in and what did I see? A barbie house!! It was the most wonderful barbie house in the world. It wasn't made of plastic and you couldn't buy it anywhere. Santa's elves (my dad) made it just for me. It was made of wood and there were four big rooms. The roof even had shingle-looking things on it!
It wasn't until later that I really realized the time that it probably took to make that thing. I could sit here and bawl like a baby thinking about my dad sitting outside in our garage constructing this barbie house. He was/is a wonderful dad. When asked, "What is your favorite christmas gift you've ever received?" I always say this one.