© photo credit: Shane Kelly
She looked like a beauty queen.
In her arms, she held a large bouquet of pink ombre roses. On her face, she wore a smile. I know that smile. I know that sweet glance. I know those arms that reach for me every time I enter the room, and make for ineffective seatbelts while operating a moving vehicle. They are the cutest little arms.
She is an angel on this earth, and the loveliest of lovelies.