Katie's Angels

OK, so as I explained in my blog "The Box." My wife writes about moments in our children's lives. My son, Billy (who is named after my father-in-law) who is 10 now use to laugh in the bath tub and look up at the ceiling. Then one day when walking down the stairs he saw a picture of my wife's father, who died in 1985, and he says da da. My wife and I looked at each other with much surprise, because we joked why Billy laughed in the tub. We said to each other that one of our fathers where looking down at him and made him laugh. My son was probably one to one and half years old, and had a very limited vocabulary, so for him to blurt out da da was surprising for us. Anyway my daughter did the same thing, just not in the bath tub, She would look up at the ceiling and start laughing at nothing like someone was making her laugh, so we decided that they both must have angels. Well here is the story. I know it is not Real Estate related, but it is life related.

Angels for Katie

Your angels came to visit you again today. They must be beautiful because of the delight on your face. I searched your eyes to see if I could see their reflection bouncing off, but I could not. They came to play and amuse you and you are a happy audience to their fantasy. They almost always come in the morning. It must be the hope and energy that a new day of possibilities brings with it that draws them near. It is ironic, however, those very possibilities, with the lessons they teach, will someday keep those angels from you.

I know you came from the angels and danced among them, and they miss you. I know that you are an angel sent to earth to do wondrous works. It is only natural that your angels would be here with you. They protect and guide you, make you laugh when you are happy, and remind you that you are never alone. How beautiful they must be. They want to play around you while you still see them. They delight in your happiness.

I think I must have seen angels once. I believe that they are still with me, but life has taught me not to see them. Once your mind grasps the reality of doubt and forms questions about the unknown, it teaches you unknowingly to close your consciousness to the untouchable. Even the concept of love changes, adding conditions and demands. In the beginning, as it is for you, life has not hurt you. Love is pure and unconditional to all around you. It is only when your heart is truly pure, while it still beholds and encompasses all things with trust and faith, that your mind doesn't grasp the reality of your intellect. Intellect is a necessary thing, but it prohibits you from seeing the unseeable, from believing in the unbelievable, from knowing the difference.

How sad it must be for angels when you no longer see them. They must just live quietly with you, waiting for the day when you will smile at them again. They share your joys, your pains, your accomplishments, and your disappointments in life, and yet, these are the very things that block their presence from you. But you, my baby, know only joy and love. No one has disappointed you yet, because you are without expectation. No one has hurt you yet, because you lack the ability to hurt others. You have known only love, so your heart loves purely.

How quickly this time disappears. Your brother, I think, can still possibly catch a glimpse of his angels from time to time, but they are almost gone to him forever. They will silently watch over him and protect him, as will yours someday soon. He tries to open his heart to them, and he still has an innocence of belief, so they flash quickly through the corners of his eyes. He has however, grown with maturity, experienced harshness and anger, so they are ever so fleeting glimpses for him. He rejoices in your delight, however, when your angels make themselves known to you.

Someday, a long time from now, I want to dance with your angels. You won't be able to see them anymore, but I will be there with them, dancing over you. My heart will once again be pure, like yours, knowing only love. In the meantime, I will enjoy being your angel on earth. I am sure I will not always bring you pure happiness as they do, but I will always love you. Enjoy your angels, sweetheart, for they, like me, love you purely.