When Burke’s Bakery asked me what I wanted on top of my wedding cake, I had no clue. I don’t even know where I found these little kissing angels, but they were just fine. And not ridiculous like a tacky bride and groom, which, in retrospect would have been ridiculous and cute, in an adorable tacky way.
But I wouldn’t have this story now, would I?
For years and years, the little groom-angel has been missing his wings, due to my casual packing-for-moving habits. And I’ve always been a teensy bit sad about that.
So. Yesterday afternoon, when I was hanging Ginger’s first-Christmas silver bell from Mar Mar and Granddaddy on the Christmas tree, it ting-a-linged. A few times. And of course, I had to say “Oh! An angel just got his wings!” Because that’s what you say at Christmastime, when you hear a bell ring-a-linging.
And so. Tonight, I was rummaging in my boxes of stuff that I showed you a few weeks ago, and saw something that sort of healed that little piece of my bride’s heart.
Look down there in that box. Do you see them? Yes! A little pair of angel wings.
In an itty bitty way, it is a wonderful life.
ginnygram 