I loved reading the epilogue.  I could picture the cabin and the room and everything.  (I was a Little House on the Prairie junky when my kids were little!).  As I looked around my Christmas with the four families that spent it at my home and saw all of the presents and gifts that everyone was getting and would probably forget who gave them what, I, for a moment, wished myself back to that era when everything was so appreciated, even a beautiful tribute to a mother from a son.  I know I would cherish that more than any material gift.