Angels

When angels visit us,

we do not hear the rustle of wings,

nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove;

but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.

My Dad gave my sister and I this necklace for Christmas. Jewelry has been a tradition since my Mom died. We weren't quite sure we loved what he picked this year but I know why he picked it. Our Mom is our guardian  angel. She watches over and protects us. I miss her. But I felt her love today.