The angel’s pedicure

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My son, the Cadillac man, and I stand looking at the angel statue.

Specifically at her pink toenail polish.

“Really?” he says in disgust. “Painted toenails?”

I giggle. “I know! How many depictions of angels have you seen with painted toenails?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve never seen an angel with feet.”

I start to laugh, but . . . the way he says that . . .

He turns, walks off in his unassuming, old-soul way. I watch him go, wondering.

I said depictions.

He said he’d never seen an angel with feet.

Not that he’d never seen an angel.


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15 thoughts on “The angel’s pedicure

  1. Now I’m wondering if you followed up this post with a discussion on angels with Cadillac man. It comes up at least once a year in my family. Oh, and my favorite angel book? Angel Fire by Andrew M. Greeley.

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  2. You have done such a good job of exposing a variety of thoughts here. So much to consider as I determine where I stand on these subjects – pedicures? angel feet? angels? Thank you for sharing this insightful conversation.

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