Okay, so a page from the Philangelus Family History File. I’ve mentioned before that I like to make a fuss over the angels when they have a feast day, so I make a feast (usually a lasagna) and a cake, and sometimes when I was ambitious I’ve had the kids make a craft.
My Patient Husband will come home and if he sees a lasagna or eggplant parmigiana, will look at the calendar to see whose feast day it is. (Sometimes it’s the Feast Day Of Eggplant Being On Sale, but he doesn’t mind celebrating that either.)
For feast days, we have September 29th (Michaelmas) and October 2nd (feast of the guardian angels.) But we also have the feast days that St. Raphael and St. Gabriel used to occupy on the calendar before they got moved to share with Michael, and the anniversary of the first day I started talking to my guardian, and on and on. Guardian Angel Appreciation Day, in several forms.
Plus, I am raising four very smart children.
So dial back your clocks about eight years, and envision my very sweet, very cute three-year-old daughter coming to me, bright-eyed, and squealing, “Mommy! We have to go to Dunkin Donuts!”
And I said, “Why?”
She said, “It’s my guardian angel’s special day!”
You know, I did actually run through the calendar in my head to try to figure out if maybe it was…? Maybe this was the angel’s assignment anniversary, or something…?
So, being me, I said to her, “Then in that case, you should definitely say a special prayer for him, to thank God for sending you such a wonderful guardian angel.”
She stared at me, blankly. Like, Oh. That wasn’t in the plan.
Fifteen minutes later, we were in Dunkin Donuts, and we bought a donut in honor of my daughter’s guardian angel.
And in his honor, she ate it for him. Because I’d hate to quash her burgeoning devotion to her guardian angel. (I had one too. You know. In his honor.)