In 2003 my beatiful son was born. We found out at nine months old that he had a very rare chromosome abnormality, that he would have extreme difficulty with his "trunk strength." Walking for him was extremely hard to learn. When he started taking his 1st steps unaided except for his walker, my mother-in-law sent this to me. He literally walked away from his walker at 32 months old. It is a reminder to me that there is always someone there to help you when you need it, even if you can't see them.
I used to pass by Willow Tree angels while shopping, thinking, "How could anyone like something with no face?" But then a friend gave me an angel, and she grew on me.
I am a Christian who has just begun to appreciate the reality of angels in recent years. In particular, the angels of Hope, Grace, Learning, and the Irish Charm Angel have held special meaning for me. My angels are a reminder that the real angels--and Jesus--are watching over me. All my "girls" make me feel loved.