Messy Angel

My messy angel, Caroline, caught in a rare, quiet moment, tugged at my heart as she slumbered. I gazed upon her glowing face with a burst of maternal love. A breath caught in my throat as I wondered what beautiful dream caused the smile to dance on her cherry lips. A stream of light, awakening from its nap, illuminated the mass of golden curls that surrounded her head like a beautiful halo. It contained a luminescent glow caused by the drizzle that just changed to snow.