We never know what gifts Angels come with.
Recently an Angel dropped from the sky into our lives bearing the gift of a Thing I had always wanted; a Thing without which I had always believed life would be empty and sad. The Angel’s presence allowed the gift, as it was received, to take whichever form it needed, and the gift of one thing transformed into the gift of another. The new gift, it seems, may be to have and to make the choice to be happy and fulfilled without the Thing.
The gift was love.
(No, the Thing was not a Spider)
Today is Mother’s Day. So I raise a bouquet of ‘immortelles’ in a pastis glass to all mothers everywhere, to my little furry kits whose mother I am, and to Angels.