The Prettiest Little AngleWednesday, December 15, 2010
As a young child I remember learning about heaven. That loved ones who had died watched from above, always keeping us in their hearts, like guardian angles. I treasured that angle because she reminded me of love. The unconditional kind, that someone up there was watching over me, just as the the prettiest little angle watched from her perch on our Christmas tree. I still remember the Christmas she fell and broke. My mom was especially sad because she said the angle had been around since my parents first Christmases together. I think she searched long and hard for a replacement but was never quite satisfied with any that she found. So in my teenage years our tree topper switched to a star. I liked the mean of the star, signifying Christs birth but it just never seemed to fill the space in my heart were the prettiest little angle had been.
When Blake and I got married I searched every Christmas for the perfect little angle. I found large ones and medium sized ones. Ones with white, red and golden hair, big elegant dresses and giant feathery wings but nothing seemed just right.
As this Christmas rolled around I was feeling kind of discouraged about the angle and even more so because this year we bought our very first standard sized artificial Christmas tree and we had NO angle for the top. So with a new determination I scoured the Internet and specialty shops until one Saturday I stumbled upon a website talking about retired lladro pieces and there she was, small delicate features, simple elegant clothes and the tiniest little wings...PERFECT!
I had to order her twice because the first time she came with 3 broken fingertips. I love that she was actually cast as a tree topper see....