✨ My Favorite Angels ✨

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Some angels are collected.

Others are recognized.


These are my favorites—not because they’re the biggest or the most ornate, but because each one holds a piece of my story.


The green angel was a gift from Jeanette many years ago. She reminds me of a fountain angel—quiet, timeless, and gently flowing. She feels like continuity and calm, like something that nourishes without asking for attention. She’s always felt protective in the softest way.


The solid pink angel is especially dear to me. Jeanette painted her for me in ceramic class. You can feel the care in her—the hands, the time, the intention. She isn’t perfect, and that’s exactly why she’s perfect. She’s friendship turned into form.


The seraphim feels like the realization of hope. Not hope wished for, but hope arrived. She carries that energy of finally exhaling, of knowing you’re still standing after everything you’ve walked through.


And the small golden angel—she reminds me of my grandma. She may be little, but she holds immense warmth. She feels like memory, comfort, and love that never really leaves. The kind of presence that still checks in.


Together, these angels aren’t just decorations.

They’re anchors.

They hold care, creation, clarity, and remembrance.


I don’t just collect angels.

I recognize them. 🤍


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