The other day I asked him, now eight, if he was really sent here as my guardian angel. He laughed. Of course, that’s a sure sign he knows all about it. I’m also pretty sure that he’s the one who
gave my husband the head’s up about the tree.
Where Troubles Melt Like Lemon Drops By Theresa Fitzpatrick
Posted by Dan on Nov 19th, 2012 in Reminiscences, Stories
