My little girl has always been a toucher. We called her the Squish [until she told us the nickname dies or else] because she wanted to hold, touch, squish food, people, pets, EVERYTHING, and she wanted to be held and tickled and snuggled. She's a tactile learner, and her love language is touch.
She also always had a bond with Alamanda, her baby sister. The day before we found out we were pregnant, my two-and-a half-year-old girl came in to tell me her baby sister was coming. When we so much as suggested we may get a boy, she looked at us as if we had grown a third eye. When her baby sister was taken from us, we did not explain how it happened, but she gave us details she couldn't have known from anyone but Alamanda. They have a bond.
My girl still struggles with the loss of her sister, even after counseling, even after all this time. Alamanda knew she did. So when my little girl requested and prayed for a kitten for her 8th birthday, Alamanda sent her an entire batch of kittens to raise from a week old. But my angel knew that the one we selected would not be the perfect match for my girl. So six months later, she sent another batch with just the perfect kitten, the one that would remain tiny, the one who would be docile, who would let herself be hauled around and loved and snuggled to bed. And Heavenly Father wanted us to know this gift was a miracle because each ounce up to a pound was hard fought until we united our voices in prayer with others. Then that tiny kitten practically doubled her weight overnight.
Alamanda could not be here to give her sister all the hugs she craved, so she sent a hug from heaven, a constant, everyday hug. And it only occurred to me now that this is the case. So every time my girl hugs her fuzzy baby, she can know she's hugging her angel, too. It just goes to show that guardian angels really do watch over us, and our loving Heavenly Father cares about even the little things if they're important to us.
