My Special Angel

The Lord smiled down on me and sent an angel to love! That line from the 1957 hit song “My Special Angel” is so true. Sherry and I have been married for seventeen years today, and I thank God every day for sending her to me.

This little story I wrote last year illustrates the simple awesomeness of a love that is more than I could have ever imagined could be mine. I love you, Sherry!

My Very Own Angel

I dreamed I was a child again, and I had no idea who the little girl was, or how she’d gotten on such a high limb in our tree.

“You should come down from there!” I shouted, staring up at her.

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She paid me little mind, and just kept reading her book. I thought I could make out the word LIFE in big white letters on the sky blue cover.

 “How did you get up there?” I asked.

She gave me a quick glance, but said nothing.

I looked down, resting my neck and rubbing it with one hand, and when I looked up again she was staring down at me curiously.

I probably looked quite curious too, as I studied a vine that hadn’t been there the moment before but was now twisted around the trunk and limbs of the big oak. The vine’s leaves were of many different pale colors. I’d never seen anything like it!

“Do you like it?” the girl asked, swinging her legs and smiling down at me.

“It’s beautiful!” I said. “How did you do it?”

She giggled and said, “I didn’t do it, silly. Do you think I’m a magician, or something?”

“Well, you must be because otherwise you wouldn’t be up there.”

Her laughter was musical as she leaned toward me and said. “You are a funny boy.”

“Well, how then?” I asked.

“My Father put me up here,” she said.

I had a sudden burning desire to know who her Father was. I’d never felt so curious about anything. It was as if I knew Him, He knew me, and He was calling to me. I began to swell with joy at the feeling.

“Can I meet Him?” I asked, excitedly.

“You just did,” she said, grinning and giggling.

She rose to her feet; beautiful wings unfurling behind her, as the leaves on the vine lit up in all the brilliant colors of the rainbow; the giant oak suddenly appearing to be a very large Christmas tree. She floated slowly to the top of the tree then sat atop it for a moment, and I felt a warm glow wash over me.

She began to fade from sight then, as did the vine and bright colored leaves, and just before she was no longer visible, she said quite softly, “Merry Christmas, Charlie.”

I awoke in my big chair; Sherry, as she had been for so many wonderful years, was in the chair next to mine and she was smiling at me. Across the room the many-colored lights on the Christmas tree twinkled merrily and the angel on top of the tree glowed white and bright.

“Did you hear me?” Sherry asked.

“No,” I said. “I dozed off. What did you say?”

Her smile widened. “I said, Merry Christmas Charlie.”

I smiled and felt the same warm glow I’d felt in the dream wash over me again, as I thought how lucky I was to have my very own angel.

10 Comments »

  1. Sherry Mashburn said

    I love you, too, Charlie. Thank you for 17 unbeliveably wonderful years!

  2. Happy Anniversary Charlie and Sherry! May God Bless you with many more.
    Charlie this is a wonderful story.

  3. You brought tears to my eyes on that one! Happy Anniversary! My husband and I just celebrated our 28th on July 10. He tells me almost everyday I am his special angel! We both know we were brought together. . .it was not totally of our choosing! What a blessing:>)

    • Aw, you ol’ softy. Congrats on the 28; that is awesome! Continued blessings to you!

  4. susanconnelly said

    Happy anniversary to you and Sherry! I am so glad you two have each other. Many more!

  5. terri0729 said

    Belated Happy Anniversary to you Charlie and Sherry!!!

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