The Macaroni Angel

Sometimes memories are just wishes that never came true.

After a while they become so vibrant, so rich and full of feelings that it seems they must have happened that way.

I didn’t understand that when I was younger, but I do now.

Yesterday I put up my tree.  I only have a few ornaments and they are all in the same place so there is no possibility that I missed any.

The macaroni angel is not there!  She is still back in North Carolina with all the other ornaments!  I must have dreamed I put her on last year, because when I pulled out the photos, she was not there.

I suppose she is there in my heart and that is all that really matters.