Sometimes...
my mom isnt half bad.
She emailed me today and said I could expect a surprise in the mail today. Strange, since the holidays are right around the corner... I had no idea what on earth she could be sending at this time of year. Got home, and the box was waiting. And inside, was the angel tree topper Ive wanted for ages and ages and ages!! My "flying angel"!
See, this is the tree topper that has been on every single christmas tree I can remember. My entire childhood christmas memories involves drinking eggnog and watching dad string the lights and then put the angel on the tree while mom handed out ornaments for us to hang. I LOVE this thing. She was a gift from my mother's brother to my parents for their very first Christmas together. She's 38 years old - she predates me. She's lost a wing, and doesnt light up anymore. Im going to carefully inspect and see if the lights cant be remedied... but even if she doesnt light anymore, she's going on my tree.
Seems my mom bawled her eyes out packing her up to send to me. Fair enough, since Im bawling mine out now having recieved her.