Growing up I only remember my mother wearing 3 different pair of shoes.  Dress shoes on Sunday, crappy shoes that she had forever to do lawn work in, and loafers.

Up until the year she passed away my father would go out the week before Christmas and go buy her the same pair of shoes….EVERY YEAR.  He would go into Elder Beerman and walk up to the shoe counter and get the same size 8.5 pair of shoes.

On Christmas there would always be a shoe box wrapped by him and she would say….I wonder what is in this box.

As you can see it was her favorite gift….lol  Now that I am older I am pretty sure it was her fav because my dad went out and bought it himself.  Every time I see a pair of loafers I am reminded of the many years of mom unwrapping the loafers and always acted like she had no idea what was in the box.