Describe a gift you gave someone.

Two years ago I gave my father a framed photograph for his sixtieth birthday, which does not sound like much until I explain the photograph. He had mentioned once, years earlier, that the only picture of his own father as a young man had been lost when the family moved. I remembered it, and eventually found that an elderly cousin in another city had a copy in an album. It took about four months, three phone calls with people I had never spoken to, and a scan that arrived at a terrible resolution and had to be repaired by somebody who does that professionally. I chose it because he is impossible to buy for. He genuinely does not want objects, and anything practical he has already bought a better version of. How he reacted was not dramatic at all. He looked at it for a long time, said thank you, and put it on the shelf in his study. He has mentioned it four or five times since, which from him is an enormous reaction. I have since realised the whole thing took four months because I was enjoying it, which makes it slightly less selfless than it sounds.