My daughter DeeDee made this angel for me when she was nine.
Look close. I still see flecks of gold paint, and a trumpet or scepter in her hand. Her wings are gone. Okay, so is her head, just leaving a little nub where the head was. I don’t see those flaws unless I am looking with a critical eye. She’s like the Velveteen Rabbit, loved into real. I see what DeeDee made, almost 30 years ago. I remember putting the angel on top my grandfather clock, a perfect place for her. She’s been there ever since, keeping watch.
This year, DeeDee and her own nine year-old Drama Diva, Miss K, made me a new angel. (Sniff, sniff: 9 year-old Dee-Dee, 9 year-old daughter of DeeDee.)
Beautiful. I will love my new angel for at least next 30 years, right along-side my first little angel.
Do you have some cherished hand-made items that light up your home? I love hearing stories of loved-to-real treasures.