My Angel

My family could not believe what this man did for me. I had so many groceries that I had to put some in my mom’s fridge and some at my sister’s house. It was crazy. Thank you, Lord, I’d say. Over and over. Thank you, Jesus. My children saw all of the presents from the nice man I met at the store, and asked if they could open one. I told them no, that they had to wait. Nicholas asked me who the man was. I said I didn’t know, but I thought he was an angel. On Christmas Eve, I decided to let them open their gifts. I couldn’t believe it. My sons wanted Green Bay Packers footballs, and they got them, along with caps and shirts... My daughter wanted a Barbie, and she got it, and had matching nightgowns for her and the Barbie. Everything they wanted was in front of them. How did he know? I never told anyone. The clothes he gave them all fit. How did he know their sizes? Nobody had asked me!! My son said “mom, there are presents here for you!! Open them!” He gave me lotions, perfumes, and a new nightgown, and of course, it fit. I told the kids that we needed to call and thank him. I got his number out, called him, and got a weird recording that said “there is no such number. Check your number and try your call again.” Nicholas looked up at me and said, “Mom, I think you’re right. I think he really was an angel.” I got down on the floor and hugged my kids tight. I’ve never seen “my angel” again, but I know he’s there. He’s always been there...” He is... my angel.