Good morning from snowy, cold Vermont. At my Mom’s, people are always dropping things off and picking things up. It’s the grand central station of housewares, clothing, and shared foodstuff. Yesterday, someone dropped off a card for us Kents and left it in the inside of the front storm door. When Tim went to check on Serena, he brought it home for us.
It was a rare Friday night here. Liv, Tim, and I were tucked into the sofa with the dog. Tim worked on his Sudoku puzzle, Liv read, and I worked on a New York Times crossword. I casually opened the card, assuming it was from one of my cousins. The card itself was pretty–“Joy to the World,” it read, in greens and reds, with a background color of gray. I opened it to see who it was from.
“There are angels watching over you,” someone had written. I didn’t absorb the reference until I noticed what was tucked inside. And then, the floodgates opened as we held hands and cried. Angels from somewhere, somehow, gave us exactly what we really needed to close the year and start anew.
Just in case these angels are reading this blog, thank you from every inch of our hearts and souls. In an instant, you have turned something laborious and even grim into something joyful. And while I’m at it, thank you all you other angels, who have given of yourselves to help us get through this trying year. Angels all over the United States. Angels from Canada. Thank you again and again, and may you truly be blessed as you have blessed us.
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