I always loved angels. My first exposure was through Christmas at our house. Even though my parents had troubling issues, our house was filled with lights, a beautiful tree, ornaments and stars that made my heart sing. There was a nativity set and angels on the tree. My faith was always a part of me, a feeling angels were with me. My dad would play Christmas albums all day long and to this day I can sing them word for word. They bring back a sense of peace overriding the tough memories of those years. Yes,  through the happy and hard times of my life I’ve believed angels were near. I’ve never seen  wings, but I know I met an angel once in human form  coming into my world after I lost my daughter. He comforted me then and thinking about him still comforts me years later. My belief in angels is even stronger now. I’ve written five books about angels. My Mystic Bay series tells the story of angels living as humans helping the people in town with encouragement and love.  So many incidents have filled my heart with the knowledge that love and goodness come from heaven. There is no doubt to me angels are always at my side and on my shoulder.They are everywhere. Look for your angels at Christmas and always!