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Liz

Well, it’s our last post for the angel blog, and we both feel extremely blessed to have shared the last two weeks with readers who have given us the gift of holiday spirit. True Christmas spirit (or Chunnukah) is not measured by gifts and ribbbons and wrappings, but rather in the smiles of family, friends….and perfect strangers who give a piece of themselves. We thank you for giving us your stories and taking the time out of your day to comment, raise money and bless us witih your presence.

You know, sometimes people get jaded over Christmas, and sometimes the sappy sentiments don’t hit the mark for them. I’ve seen many people express dismay over the silly sentimentality of Christmas movies and books. And I guess I can see their point at times. Sometimes the syrupy sweetness of Christmas rubs folks the wrong way. But beneath all the sentimentality is a yearning for something kinder and gentler…for something that keeps a person warm. I’ve always thought of this hope as the most precious thing. So as a romance writer, I celebrate it. My Christmas book celebrates it, as does Hope’s. There’s something about expecting the best in people, something about seeing self-sacrifice, healing and a spiritualness that allows us to have faith in our fellow man.

As Hope and I discussed our nominees for our top angel (if you want to call it that) we struggled to come up with a firm set of guidelines. It’s not as if you can compare these wonderful angels because each is unique to a situation. We loved so many of the stories, loved seeing the impact of mothers, daughters, husbands, wives and people within communities who put aside their own interests to help others find their way. We had those who helped animals, the elderly, cancer patients, and family members. We had angels who sacrificed, gave comfort, provided needed help and radiated love. How blessed you all are to have such people in your lives. I’m pretty sure all those angels are winners. Thank you for sharing them with us.

Hope and I decided to each choose three potential winners of the top angel award. Then we compared. Oddly enough, we’d chosen very different angels for different reasons. Only one angel was on both lists. So we decided this angel was the perfect angel to reward with the prize. Thank you Amy Christopher for nominating Kristin Cobb Simpson who along with her husband have worked to help create a foundation in honor of her nephew. This foundation educates coaches and parents on what to look for in middle school and high school athletes who might be at risk of abnormal heart conditions. Heat related deaths and undetected medical conditions in young athletes can lead to death…as it did for 14 year old Burke Cobb, and this non-profit organization Living4Burke works to provide free or low-cost screenings to school athletic programs.  You can find more information here: http://www.living4burke.org.

Again, thank you all for participating. And a special shout out to our guest authors who all have Christmas books out (hint, hint). May you all have a blessed holiday and continue to share the joy of kindness with others.

Peace,

Hope Ramsay and Liz Talley

PS – Amy, I will be in touch

When I was a kid, my parents used to take me over to my cousin’s house to play. We jumped on the trampoline, played chase, and an excellent game of hide-and-go-seek. We had so much fun. As a child, I didn’t know that Gary was special. He was just my cousin, a boy my brother and I were lucky enough to play with.

As I grew older, I came to understand how special Gary truly was. I only knew that he was my cousin and I loved him. What I didn’t know was that Gary was also an angel here on earth. He has Down’s Syndrome, and his birth has impacted more lives than most of us will ever influence.

When he was born, it was suggested to my aunt and uncle that perhaps Gary should be placed in an institution. It didn’t take them long to reject this idea. His parents, Bob and Barbara Forrest, wanted Gary to have the best life possible, and they wanted to learn how to make that happen. What started as a few Carlsbad, New Mexico families struggling to care for their special needs children became CARC, INC.

CARC is an amazing endeavor. The organization is about supporting the enhancement of special lives. It “provides services for adults with Development Disabilities, including residential, work placement, health and life enhancement. There are also Early Child Development Services, including Early Intervention and Diagnostic services and a full-service child Development Center or children aged birth to three.”

From the beginnings of two parents trying to make their son’s life better, CARC now gives its clients “a community, a job, care they need and helps provide them with a genuine sense of self-worth, purpose and accomplishment in life.” There is also a great support system not only for its very special clients, but also for their families. It’s a support system that has changed lives, and outlooks.

I must also add that CARC’s heart and soul is the giving community of Carlsbad. From the beginning, businesses, organizations and volunteers have been the lifeblood of CARC. After thirty-five years, the organization continues to thrive and expand and change lives for the better.

One small child was born, and his birth sent ripples throughout a community, a state, and a country as CARC, INC. became an example for others to emulate.

And isn’t that the true meaning of Christmas and of angels here on earth?

I am so honored to be able to call Gary my cousin, and Bob and Barbara my family. They have blessed me for knowing them and their lives have been a gift to so many. They humble me with their generosity and giving.

The world can be changed by the power of one. I hope that their story inspires you to take your own opportunity to change someone’s life, be it through a smile, a kind word, or a helping hand. You matter. We all do.

As my Christmas gift to Gary and the kids at CARC, INC. , I’d like to emulate Katie Lane. For every comment below, I will donate $1.00 to CARC, INC. up to $100.

To learn more or to donate, you can listen to this video,

Or visit their website at http://www.carcinc.org.

May the season’s blessings be with you now and throughout the year, an ddon’t forget that one voice, one heart, one birth can change the world.

Robin

If you leave a comment, you also get a chance to win a signed copy of Robin’s book, CHRISTMAS CONSPIRACY as well as a complete set of her trading cards.

BIO

National Bestselling and award-winning author Robin Perini sold ten titles to two publishers in just over one year after winning the prestigious Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® award in 2011. Her writing’s motto: “When danger and romance collide, no heart is safe.” An analyst for an advanced technology corporation, Perini is also a nationally acclaimed writing instructor and enjoys competitive small-bore rifle silhouette shooting. She makes her home in the American Southwest. She loves to hear from readers. You can connect with her via her website at http://www.robinperini.com or through Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads and Pinterest.

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Her current release is CHRISTMAS CONSPIRACY. It tells the story of the unexpected heiress to a throne driven into hiding by an assassin. Katherine “Kat” Nelson must protect her young twins by relying on the man who betrayed her–her children’s father.

On December 11, 2012, Robin’s first novel, IN HER SIGHTS (A MONTGOMERY JUSTICE NOVEL), comes out in audio in which a female SWAT sniper finds herself in the crosshairs when her past is exposed and an old enemy returns with a  vengeance to seek to destroy her–and everyone she loves.

 

In thinking about this blog post I realized how many angels I know. People who make my life wonderful in big and small ways. But I realized the person who has had the biggest impact on not just my life but my son’s has to be his first kindergarten teacher; Miss Amy.

My son had been in day care part time since he was about two years old. And it was never easy. Never. Lots of tears. Tantrums. There wasn’t a person or a thing that could comfort him and my husband and I felt guilty and then tortured and then guilty for feeling tortured.  We were told by lots of people – most of his day care teachers, his doctor, our friends, strangers on the street that ‘he was a handful.”

At his pre-kindergarten physical our doctor brought up AD/HD. I was worried about Mick’s relationship with school and I didn’t know how I was going to handle the battle every day for the next 13 years.

Enter Miss Amy. She was young and blond, with really curly hair. She had glittery glasses and wore lots of jangly silver jewellery. Honestly, she looked like a fairy. Or an elf.  Mick was mesmerised. The first day of school, went about as expected. And the next month wasn’t much better. I volunteered in the classroom as often as I could and saw firsthand how patient Amy was with Mick. How she tried very hard to draw him out, but when that was impossible, she created a corner for him to be sad, or unhappy. He spent a lot of time in that corner.

But slowly, she started to win him over. Actually, all the difficult fringe kids were won over, largely because she paid attention to what those kids were playing and managed to incorporate the entire class in the play. For instance, Mick loved pirates, so the whole class started writing pirate books at the writing station, and creating  treasure chests in the art section. Another kid loved space ships and they were given the same treatment.

By the end of the year Mick loved school. No more tantrums, no more worries. He was on track with reading and had learned how to calm himself down and became a leader in the classroom, instead of a distraction.

Miss Amy had given him a lot of tools for dealing with his emotions, his friends and school in general. And she gave him a beautiful relationship with school and learning.  And for that reason, she’s my angel

Molly O’Keefe is a RITA-Award winning author with  22 novels in publication. She writes sexy contemporary romance  for both Harlequin and Bantam Dell. The third book in the Crooked Creek Series – Crazy Thing Called Love will be released Jan. 29. A prologue to Crazy Thing Called Love is in the digital anthology Naughty and Nice. She lives in Toronto, Canada with her family and the largest heap of dirty laundry in North America

 

Despite begging for a baby brother or sister every Christmas, Santa never delivered. (Neither did the birthday fairy. My mother finally jubilantly announced when she began menopause just to shut me up on the topic.)  I grew up a lonely only child. So what I loved most about Christmas were the feelings of connection and belonging – suddenly I had two straight days chock full of extended family, just like in all the holiday movies!

As I grew up, I discovered that true friends were my own version of extended family. And I didn’t have to wait for the stockings to be hung to see them. When I first joined my local chapter of RWA, I knew no one. Don’t get me wrong—we’re an inclusive, welcoming bunch. But you know how it is at a busy monthly meeting. Easy to get caught up sharing your latest publisher drama with your friends instead of reaching out to every new face. One member stood out to me almost from the start. Whenever we made the rounds of announcements, Joya Fields didn’t just politely clap. Her whole face lit up with joy, no matter how small the accomplishment. You could feel the warmth of her smile beam all the way across the room. She remembered my name almost before anyone else. And once I got to know her, I realized that her sunny smile was the tip of the iceberg.

Joya spent a year as a cheerleader for the Baltimore Colts. Besides being fun trivia, it’s a great way to sum her up – she’s the consummate cheerleader for all of us. She could find something positive to say the worst manuscript in the world. More importantly, she’d make a point of sharing that uplifting comment. Joya’s a giver. She gives tirelessly of her time, her energy, her wisdom. I’m so lucky to count her as a friend and a critique partner. And here’s the example that will bring it all home for you.

Joya was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Her surgery is Thursday. What are her immediate plans as she recovers from major surgery? Oh, she’s going to beta read my latest manuscript. Probably by the next Monday (her idea I swear, not mine!). Yes, she has her own contracted deadline to hit soon, and will be feeling lousy, but for some crazy selfless reason, is still prioritizing my book. She’s been nothing but upbeat about her diagnosis, and just as involved and concerned as ever with what all of us are doing. Despite everything, she’s still sunny and caring—and reaching out. Which makes me feel oh so special. She’s truly got the goodness of an angel powering that non-stop smile (even though she writes extremely naughty books about ghosts). This Christmas, I’ll celebrate that connection with someone so wonderful—while doing whatever I can to make this battle she’s embarking upon a little easier. Be sure to take time out this season to tell the angels in your life how much they mean to you. It may be the best present you give.

I was thrilled when Liz and Hope asked me to participate in their 12 Days of Angels contest. What a fantastic opportunity!

This is a subject so very dear to my heart. I believe we are surrounded by Angels every day, both heavenly and earthly. They lift us when we’re flagging, comfort us when we’re in pain and encourage us when we’re filled with doubt.

The hardest part for me about writing this blog was narrowing my message down to one Angel in my life! I actually have an entire journal filled with moments when I’ve experienced Angelic visitations, let’s call them – page after page of people who have touched our hearts and our lives by reaching outside themselves on our behalf.

We are the parents of a fifteen-year-old son with severe disabilities (nonmobile, nonverbal, etc.). While our lives with him can be challenging at times, we feel incredibly blessed that we’ve been given the rare opportunity to witness the very best in people. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been in a grocery store pushing a wheelchair with one hand and pulling a cart with the other when a stranger Angel will stop me to ask if they can help. And here’s something interesting … often they’re teenage boys, one of the most stereotypically self-centered demographics on the planet. I am always touched by the offer, even though I have the wheelchair/shopping cart routine down after all these years.

Our son’s life has been so enriched by his peer tutor Angels (other students at his school who take him around to his mainstream classes and work on educational goals with him), his many many Angels in the medical community who go above and beyond, even meeting us on Saturdays or Sundays if we’re in a bind, and a few trusted caregiver Angels who have become as dear as family to him.

I can tell you of one particular Christmas Angel. I still don’t know who it is, though I have suspicions. Several years ago, we were going through a very difficult, frightening time when our son was about five. By December, he had been hospitalized several times in only a few months with pneumonia and lung-related issues, which often prove deadly for medically fragile children. We were discouraged and afraid and our savings had long-since been depleted with his extensive medical bills.

To complicate matters, the furnace in our 100-year-old Victorian went out the first week of December and the costly replacement added to our worries.

The holiday spirit was just about the last thing on our minds as we headed toward Christmas, though we did our best to make it bright for our older daughter, who by then was eleven.

One night we were watching a Christmas special on TV when the doorbell rang. Our daughter rushed to answer it and came back with an odd expression on her face, holding a wrapped present. She explained that nobody was there, only the present, which turned out to be a lovely ornament for the tree.

The next evening, the same thing happened – the doorbell rang, our daughter rushed to answer it to find only a small present on the doorstep with no giver in sight.

This continued every night for, you guessed it, twelve nights, until Christmas Eve. We tried various ways to discover the identity of our mysteriously generous friend. Our daughter would camp out in front of a window overlooking the front door but she had no luck. Sometimes the present showed up in the morning, sometimes it would come in the mail, but more often than not it was a nocturnal delivery.

As a result of this thoughtful, caring Angel, we turned outside of our fears and troubles for awhile, finally remembering to focus on the hope and wonder and joy of the season.

Each year now, we try to do something special for someone else (anonymously, if we can) to remind us of that year when twelve simple gifts of kindness helped shine much-needed light into the darkness of our fears.

What about you? How have you helped someone else this holiday season or in the past? Or how has someone touched you? I would love to hear! I’ll give away a copy of my current release, A COLD CREEK NOEL, along with a hand-beaded Hope bracelet.

 

 

BIO:

RaeAnne Thayne is a USA Today bestselling author and three-time RITA finalist who has written more than 40 books for HQN, Silhouette Special Edition, Silhouette Intimate Moments/Romantic Suspense and Bantam Loveswept. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website http://www.raeannethayne.com or @raeannethayne on Twitter or Author RaeAnne Thayne on Facebook.

Christmas is a time of year to reflect on our blessings, and for me,  that can morph into a concern: As abundantly blessed as I am, am I doing anything to bless anybody else? The more plaguing question—am I doing enough to bless anybody else?—I will leave for the philosophers in the house.

When I’m not writing romance novels, I’m an attorney for children involved in abuse and neglect proceedings. Some of these children are in foster care, some are placed with relatives, many are still with their parents, and hoping to remain there. My job is to de-mystify the legal process for these children, to make sure the judge knows what the children would like to see happen, and to advocate for those outcomes when they make sense. Needless to say, this job ought to come with a crystal ball.

I can advocate for a child who wants to be adopted, only to have the adoption disrupt after three years without any previous incidents. Against my better judgment, I can ask the court to send a child home to parents whom I think are a risky proposition, only to find out the parents and the child are all attending college together, and so forth. As my dear old dad would say, I never know when I’m winning.

I’ve been doing this for about twenty years though, so occasionally, I can ask the people who matter how I’m doing.  It will happen that I’m going through the grocery check out, and the nice young lady ringing me up will say, “You were my lawyer, ten years ago…” I seldom recognize the face (there’s a big difference between eight and eighteen), but I often recall the case. I will ask these foster care graduates, “What do you recall about my lawyering?”

The answers are interesting, and in some way, reassuring. These young folks do not recall my lawyering at all. They don’t recall that I got them sent home before the school year was out, when that was their dearest wish. They don’t recall that I saw them placed with their siblings, when that was the only thing that mattered to them for three consecutive hearings. What they recall is whether I was a nice person.

Did I listen to them? Did I spend time with them? Was I patient and good humored, or was I always in a hurry?  Did I make eye contact, and did I return their phone calls. Ten years later, fifteen years later, this is what they recall.

I say this is reassuring, because these things—courtesy, respect, eye contact, honesty—they are always within my grasp. I am not always the most inspired or effective attorney, but I can always treat my clients like human beings, and this, apparently, makes a lasting impression beyond all my litigator’s tricks and skills.

Was there a time when somebody’s simple decency, their kindness or humor, got you through a tough spot? Was there a time when you could be the person holding up the light of consideration and empathy for another? Those are wonderful memories, aren’t they?

So share a few of them with us, please?

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One commenter will receive an autographed copy of Lady Louisa’s Christmas Knight.  Random commenters  today will receive a special angel pin. 

When I was a young nurse, just out of college with a lot of student loans to repay, my husband and I were on a pretty tight budget. That year for Christmas, we had only a hundred dollars to spend on holiday shopping. I’d taken the hundred-dollar bill with me to work and tucked it into my bra, planning on hitting the stores that Christmas Eve. At the time, I was employed as a dialysis nurse at an outpatient clinic.

As I was taking one of my patients off the dialysis machine, his twenty-year-old daughter came into the clinic. Jim’s chronic illness had been difficult on his family. He was no longer able to work as a mechanic and they lived on the money his wife made as a school cafeteria cook. Jim was a big guy with a ready smile, but that day his eyes were sad as he listened to his daughter. She had a two-year-old by the hand and an infant on her hip.

“Daddy,” she said, “They’re going to turn off the electricity today if I can’t come up with sixty dollars for the light bill. I’ve only got ten and that’s from pawning my wedding ring. Plus, I’m out of formula and diapers.”

Tears misted Jim’s eyes, “Baby girl, I’m so sorry, but I’m flat broke, no Christmas for us this year.”

The girl nodded, tears in her own eyes. “I understand.”

“You come on home with me, and we’ll find someway to make it.”

Jim’s daughter headed for the door, her babies in tow.

That hundred- dollar-bill in my bra burned my skin and without thinking twice, I caught her at the door and passed her the hundred. “Get your ring back. Keep your lights turned on. Feed those babies.”

“Oh no!” she said, “I can’t take this.”

I insisted.

She hesitated for a second, and then grabbed the money, her shoulders sagging with relief. “You have no idea what this means to me,” she whispered.

But her grateful face told the story. That hundred dollars had changed her life when I would have spent it on some gifts quickly forgotten. In that moment, it hit me what the Christmas spirit was truly about—charity, kindness, empathy, but most of all giving without any expectation of getting anything in return. In that moment, I gave with a loving heart and it was my richest Christmas of all.

 

I am blessed. There is no doubt in my mind that I am. Some of my family and friends who know my on-the-edge off-the-edge life might think I’m crazy making that statement, but it’s true. I have many angels who’ve touched my heart this past year, held me up through some very difficult times, and made me snort when I didn’t think I had a chuckle in me—among them, my Ruby-Slippered Sisters, especially Rita Henuber and Anne Marie Becker. Both women constantly check in on me and question how I’m holding up. I’ve never felt like I was walking this rocky path alone. I will forever be grateful for their friendship and love.

Among the angels who’ve touched my family’s lives are of all the doctors and nurses of the Lehigh Valley Hospital and the John Morgan Cancer Center that have helped both my husband and my father in their battles with cancer during the last two years. They are truly God sent. They’ve given us precious time together for which we are eternally grateful.

Another angel—Kevin Moyer, who repaired our water pump Christmas Eve last year. The weather was frightful—in the single digits actually—with wind gusts that cut through the heaviest of winter wear. He worked tirelessly to pull the old pump and replace it, so we would have water and thus heat over the holiday.

Recalling my loss of heat brought the recent hurricane Sandy to mind. I live in the northeast and thankfully was spared Sandy’s wrath. Every emergency responder who helped those affected by the hurricane are angels. We usually don’t think of angels with chainsaws, picks and shovels, but the men and women who worked to bring some normality to the millions certainly are. Along with the many who donated materials, funds and blood. We really do live in a wonderful country.

Some might argue that some of the angels I mentioned above are not angels. They’re people who receive payment for the job they perform. I’ll argue that they are, despite their pay, because without them, what a hell life would be. The fact they work tirelessly to help others, often putting their own lives on hold, and do so with compassion confirms their status.

Look around this holiday season and rejoice. God has blessed you too.

Now, in honor of my husband and parents, I would love to gift digital copies of my new Christmas Novella PERFECT to three lucky commenters who post Angel stories here today. I’ll post the winners tomorrow, here, by noon. The winners can email they’re preference of nook or kindle.

Happy Holidays!

Autumn Jordon is published in both romantic suspense and romantic contemporary. Her first release ‘His Witness To Evil’ was a 2009 Golden Heart® finalist and also won the 2010 Golden Leaf for ‘Best First Book’. Recently, she added a Christmas story, PERFECT, to her growing list.

Taking events from life, twisting them and adding strong heroines and delicious heroes is the recipe she uses for her award-winning novels.  She is living her dream as a full-time writer with her own hero in the shadows of the Blue Appalachian Mountains of northeast Pennsylvania.  Visit her at www.autumnjordon.com .

PERFECT, a heart-warming holiday read.

Dylan Kincaid totally screwed up Thanksgiving and now he’s faced with Christmas. Thrown into the frightening role of both mother and father while his brother and sister-in-law are off serving their country, all Dylan wants is to make Christmas perfect for his two nieces. But time is running out.

Down on her luck Charleston, S.C. restaurateur, Darcy Witherspoon is licking a wounded ego when she arrives in Black Moose, VT and meets the handsome Maple tree farmer. Wanting a happy holiday herself, she teams up with Dylan to make a perfect Christmas.

Neither is interested in a holiday affair, but the magic of Christmas has something more everlasting in store for the couple. An absolutely perfect love!  You can download it at Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

The American Heritage Dictionary’s first definition refers to angels as heavenly intermediaries between heaven and earth. However, the dictionary also includes a human definition to the term angel as:

Someone who is a kind and lovable and who manifests goodness, purity, and selflessness.

I like this definition, because, in my mind, selflessness is the trademark of an angel and the true spirit of Christmas.

My son blessed me with such a paragon when he married my daughter-in-law, Amiee Trimble Kellogg, who has the kindest, purest, and most selfless heart of anyone in my life. I always say, if could’ve chosen my son’s wife for him, it would’ve been her. That’s not to say Amiee is perfect. She has faults just like everyone. She has to work at being on time, she’s sometimes forgetful, and she has a tendency to worry too much. However, I don’t know a kinder, more selfless person with a softer heart.

The other two angels in my life are my dear friends, Gwynlyn MacKenzie and Heidi Luchterhand. Both of these women have trials a plenty in their own lives, but they’re never too busy to listen or to lend a hand when I need help. They support my career wholeheartedly and I couldn’t have published the books I have without them.

These three women epitomize the kindness and selflessness I bestowed on the heroine and her sister in my holiday release—No Exchanges, No Returns—which is a heartwarming, steamy, and at times funny twist on O. Henry’s classic tale, The Gift of the Magi.

No Exchanges, No Returns

There were never such devoted sisters…

Dr. David Lambert and his wife, Brianna, received the ultimate Christmas gift from her fraternal twin. They gratefully accepted it, of course, because everyone knows you can’t return a baby like an itchy sweater. Yet, that’s essentially what Brianna does when she has a meltdown and unexpectedly divorces David. She runs from their home in Redemption, Pennsylvania, and leaves their surrogate–her sister, Casey–pregnant with his little bundle.

When David chose her beautiful twin over her, Casey McIntyre hid her hurt behind a wall of sarcasm. Now that her sister has divorced her husband, it’s increasingly difficult to remember why the hunky pediatrician is supposed to be off limits–especially since Brianna doesn’t seem to want him or care if Casey and he get involved.

David always liked and admired his selfless ex-sister-in-law–despite that the sassy preschool teacher is always busting his chops. Consequently, after his wife bails on marriage and motherhood, it’s only natural he turns to Casey for sympathy. Unfortunately, the exasperating pixie becomes more irresistible with each day she carries his child. He already mistook lust for love once and jumped way too fast into marriage. He’s not about to botch up his life that way again.

Casey wants whatever happiness she can grab, whether it’s temporary or not. The only problem is, if she lets herself love her baby (or David), what will happen to her when her sister inevitably realizes her mistake and returns to Redemption?

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Laurie Kellogg is a two-time winner and seven-time nominee of the Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® award, winner of the PNWA Zola® award, and a Romantic Times® American Title I finalist. She began writing to avoid housework and has since resorted to naming the dust-bunnies that multiply as fast as real rabbits while she plots love stories that are Steamy, Heartwarming, Romantic Fun!

Laurie also writes red-hot romantic comedies under L.L. Kellogg, which she’s branded as A Little Naughty and a Lot of Fun!

Now, please share what quality you think is most important to being an angel. And make sure to nominate an angel in your life to enter her in the Twelve Days of Angels drawing.