I couldn’t exactly not think about it, though. The word echoed in my heard throughout the day and I went to bed with it ringing in my ears:  Sculpture.   it followed me into my dreams as my dreams were filled with marble  and paintings and sculpture and a monastery.  I think it was Philadelphia.

This morning, I pulled my word, and was laughing before I had my first sip of coffee: angel.  Now I knew why I had procrastinating a day: The Angel Sculpture.

This sculpture is in my parent’s back yard.  I can’t recall if it was a gift for my mother’s birthday or Mother’s Day, but I do know that I purchased it in 1988.  My mother is far from perfect, but she introduced me to a love of books and from that grew my love of words.

I love this little angel.  I wish I could find another one for my yard.  In the meantime, I’m happy to gaze upon her sweet little face on my computer.