It has been said that we can only see angels when we are children. At some point we outgrow this ability, but what happens to our angels then? Are they still there watching over us or do they move on?
Story Notes: Author's Notes:
Thank you to Snapes Talon for betaing this and for telling me my story wasn't lame. This story comes from the heart; I am a mom, with a little boy that is growing up too fast. He was only eight when I wrote this so were are still in the third stage of this story, but everything mentioned is something that all mothers think about and remember, weather they are here or have become a flower collector themselves. This is for my friend Teri, who has her own flower collector.