Angels Never Sleep

So here I am sitting at work, waiting for the unlocking person to arrive, having slept for five hours after a productive weekend…

Angels come in many forms, and if we open our hearts they are all around us. A week of activities has provided me glimpses of the angels around me.

George learning a new skill painting my deck, the beginning of yet another renovation.

To the ongoing support of Dan, who is up every morning with a mission in mind; fixing, painting, laughing, providing the music and a cold beer at the end of the day. His friends who come and do the odd jobs in their weekends and listen to the ideas of an old lady! (Not so old but 60 is getting there). My dad who appears while I am on the roof painting, to offer a helping hand (bless him) and make sure I have eaten! My friends who hear me out when I have a heavy heart and tell me to take care of me! (I guess jiffing my legs to remove the paint on a weekly basis is not ideal for old skin – however effective)

Then there’s George (again) and Jaxon, making sure I take time out to hold onto the things I enjoy! An all blacks test on a sunny Sunday afternoon and a young man “Caleb Clarke” providing the standout performance, the beginning of a promising rugby career!

The little things…the dove that jumps onto my foot when I am sitting at the cottage and talks to me, letting my know the connection to my loved ones is never broken.

We are lucky to live in a relatively Covid free country where we can attend sports events with 46000 others (while I missed the donut opportunity as the queues were too long), where we can hug, where we can still laugh and be human as know it! Whilst travelling to far off places is on hold, we fill our lives with activities, canine cuddles and human kindness. I just want to thank the angels in my life and hope I can add wings to theirs from time to time!