This latest doodle started to look like an angel to me. Do you see it? So I called it Angel Love, because we can all use as much love and all the angels we can get.
Which bring me to another angel. Little C, my son. Wasn't he cute? He still is, but now he's turning 18, graduating from High School, and 6' 3" tall.
He is, these days, a powerful rugby and football player. But when he runs, I still see the little boy he once was, the one who used to break into a run every chance he had, throwing back his head and pumping his little arms and legs so hard, I thought they'd break off. After a day in kindergarten, he'd run toward me and throw himself into my arms so enthusiastically, he'd almost knock me over.
It's been many years since he has done that. Now he's more likely to bend down and give me a quick kiss on the top of my head, but a mother's heart never forgets the baby her grown children once were.
Here's a close-up of another thrift store angel I found recently. I love the face, don't you? And I also found this quote in a second-hand book about angels:
"Everyone,
no matter how humble he may be,
has angels to watch over him.
They are heavenly pure and splendid,
and yet they have been given us
to keep us company on our way."
Pope Pius XII
