It's Christmas time - amidst the clatter & excitement - the baking & the shopping - I just sat. I sat & I cried. I cried for how my life could have looked - I wondered about the little Beings that flew away - how I never got their hands to hold or their hair to smell.

Like many other Mamas atop my tree are 3 special balls - nobody knows who's balls they are - at least they didn't. Lucy climbed into my lap - she said : "I noticed you looked cryish whn you hung that ball"... I said that is my Angel baby Boy's ball - your brother is dancing in the stars and it makes my heart cry... She said it makes hers cry too...

So little Angel children of mine - you are not here in my arms this Christmas but you are in my heart - it's safe in there and warm...
I am reflecting on the gifts you all gave me - the lessons, the experience, the love... It was all Purposeful - though gut wrenchingly painful.

To all of the Angels who dance in the stars - you are not forgotten...

Merry Christmas!