Forgot in my post about my drawing ability some time ago, I can draw angels. Sort of.
I call this my ‘guardian angel.’ And her name is Sarah, too.
And I couldn’t tell you why for my love of the name ‘Sarah.’
My mom has told me on several occasions that Sarah was going to be my real name, if only the little girl down the lane hadn’t been born first.
And, yes, that is my writing in the corner. This is from a writing journal, not a personal one. So, you know, this isn’t prying.