My granddaughter, Hailey, age 5, draws me pictures of winged creatures that she then tapes up on the walls above and around my bed. She says they are fairies; I tend to think of them as angels. A rose by any other name...
She has also drawn me a picture of herself with her super powers, and she drew me a picture of her brother in the playpen. Both these pictures also went on the wall.
Under a rainbow.
And both these pictures had angel fairy pictures placed around them.
My bed and my grandbabies are very protected, it seems.
(Which is, of course, okay by me.)
This morning, when I woke up and reached for my glasses case, there was one of these pictures lying across the nightstand. It covered the glasses case, my phone, and my current book. There was no way for me to miss it.
And no reason for it to be there.
No obvious reason that is. The tape was still on the paper, the tape was still sticky.
But there was a blue fairy angel smiling up at me and making sure I knew that it was there today.
I start my new job today with just a little extra boost of "good".
She has also drawn me a picture of herself with her super powers, and she drew me a picture of her brother in the playpen. Both these pictures also went on the wall.Under a rainbow.
And both these pictures had angel fairy pictures placed around them.
My bed and my grandbabies are very protected, it seems.
(Which is, of course, okay by me.)
This morning, when I woke up and reached for my glasses case, there was one of these pictures lying across the nightstand. It covered the glasses case, my phone, and my current book. There was no way for me to miss it.
And no reason for it to be there.
No obvious reason that is. The tape was still on the paper, the tape was still sticky.But there was a blue fairy angel smiling up at me and making sure I knew that it was there today.
I start my new job today with just a little extra boost of "good".
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