This morning, a small white pillow feather lay on the bedroom floor. My daughter picked it up and gave it to me. She said, “Mommy, this is for you. I know why you like feathers.” I asked, “Really? Why?” She replied, “Because you’re an angel.” … Sometimes all we need is a little boost from the Heavens, and a reminder that someday we’ll all return where we came from..Today, I want to stay where I am, though. Heaven can wait… or where ever else I might end up.