I used to have knives that were too special to carry, or too special to carry except for special occasions. Then I learned a valuable lesson.
When I started to rethink my stance, and used the "special" ones daily, something happened. I actually because more fond of them. If they were special because of the person who gifted it, or maybe because of where it came from, then after lots of carry and use, the special thing actually intensified. The appreciation of what made it special before was augmented by the now familiarity of the thing, the feel of it hand.
An example; Fausto, our man in Sardinia, sent me a very nice little specimen of a resolza. Hand made by Senior Salvatore Usai. It was an exquisite little knife, and at first it was a safe queen. Then in a short while it became my "special events" knife. An evening out at the Kennedy Center For the Performing Arts, an afternoon at the national Gallery Of Art downtown, black tie events. But things change. Over the years my arthritis in some fingers made friction folders a more easy to get along with knife. The resolza started to ride more and more in my pocket. The more it got used, the more my hands found little things to appreciate anew with it. The more I because enthralled with how the horn in the handle changed a bit, from a pale translucent to a more mellowed darker golden hue. The feel of the flat ground blade slicing down through something with less effort than other knives. Little things that don't become known until lots of use creates an intimacy with how it fits in your hand. Like you adapt to it.
Today, my special events resolza is now in my everyday carry rotation of a very few knives. With carry and use, it has become more special than ever.
There's no such thing as a knife too special to carry. You'll not only become more attached to it, but a new bond will result with your daughter, never a bad thing. :thumbup: