My wife looked on a dusty shelf and found an old teddy bear I had been given almost 40 years ago by my first girlfriend. She secretly(meaning right in front of me as she knitted in front of the television and I slept in front of the television, not 6 feet away) knitted my birthday gift: a bright red sweater for the bear, with the words "Mister Bear" across the front in white. Everyone in the family knew except me. It's the most personal and thoughtful thing I've ever gotten! I still laugh like a fool when I think of it!
She tucked the sweater-wearing bear between my pillow and the nightstand, and (sssh, don't tell anyone!) it does help me get to sleep. But I have my revenge! Last thing I do every night is dangle it in front of the Agatha Christie book she's reading, and she has to say "Goodnight, Mister Bear."
Darned sweet gift!