A is for Angela!
'Here's your Mummy.' From the moment Patrick had softly spoken those words as he had eased Angela into her arms whilst she had stood with her eyes closed at the adoption agency, Shelagh knew that she had never felt such an overwhelming rush of love course through her veins. Their little girl had been so fragile and vulnerable as she had grizzled against her chest, but the moment that she had caressed her soft cheek with the side of her finger, Angela had settled immediately and gazed up at her in wonder. They had taken her home that same afternoon after she and Patrick had signed the legal documents with a shaking hand, finally adorning their daughter with the name Angela Julienne Turner. The Sisters of Nonnatus had been so generous towards them over the first few days of settling into life as the parents of a newborn, showering the two of them with toys, clothes and necessities for their little princess. The thing that they had been most grateful for was the beautiful bassinet which they had been presented with.
The bassinet had been a stunning sky blue colour with hand-stitched buttercups dotted over the fabric and lacy frills along the outside. Shelagh and Patrick knew that the Sisters had worked tirelessly in order to have the bassinet ready as soon as possible for their little miracle, and they knew that they had put all of their love and devotion into the gift. Surprisingly, to the mutual astoundment of them both, Angela had seemed to have gained a place in Sister Evangelina's heart. When they had been invited up to Nonnatus in order for the Sisters and the Nurses to meet their little girl, Sister Evangelina had sat for nearly an hour with Angela and a smile of pure love had been plastered upon her lips the entire time. Maybe she really did have a softer side. People didn't give her enough credit. However, no one could have loved Angela more than her parents. Shelagh had taken to motherhood like a duck to water and not a day had gone by that Patrick hadn't praised her for being such a perfect mother, causing her to giggle sweetly.
Now, however, their precious little girl was just two months away from turning three-years-old and she was still just as perfect as she had been on the day they had brought her home. Her hair, which, in the beginning had been soft and downy, was now a beautiful golden colour and traced the outline of her perfect face which made her parents adore her all the more. She was completely obsessed with her father, much to the delight of Shelagh, and would always go to him for snuggles when she was feeling under the weather. She did love her mother terribly, her parents knew that, but when Patrick wasn't working at the surgery the two of them would spend most of the day snuggled up watching cartoons. The one thing that Patrick and Shelagh loved most about their daughter was the fact that she was quite sentimental. On the day that she had turned one, Patrick had surprised her with a beautiful teddy bear. Its fur was made of the softest white material and its eyes were ice blue, a stunning red ribbon tied around its neck.
Angela had slept with it every night since her father had presented it to her, and she still couldn't get to sleep without it being next to her. If Shelagh or Patrick tried to settle her down into bed without it, she would cry and fight against sleep until they searched the entire house and found the bear that was now a little on the tatty side. The first time that the bear had been washed since Angela had received it, she had cried and thrown a tantrum on the kitchen floor as the bear had gone round in the washing machine. It had taken Shelagh over twenty minutes to calm her down with warm kisses and nuzzles, promising her that nothing bad was going to happen to her beloved toy. As soon as her bear had dried out on the washing line, Angela had been over the moon and she hadn't put it down for the rest of the day. It was one of the most heartwarming things that Shelagh had ever been blessed enough to witness. Aside from standing in the doorway to her daughter's bedroom as Patrick sang her lullabies after her nightmares.
The only person that could possibly love Angela just as much as her parents was probably her older brother, Timothy, who never failed to make her laugh when she was in one of her occasional moods. It had been incredible to see how close the two of them had gotten since the first time he had cradled her in his arms when she had come home to the flat, watching him become more and more protective of her as she had learned to walk and become more attuned to what was going on around her. Their parents had noticed how strong their bond had grown over the last few years, and Patrick and Shelagh had realized that there wasn't another boy more suited to the task of Angela's big brother. She adored him almost as much as she adored the two of them, and she'd only recently leaned to say his name correctly instead of calling him Timmy every time. He had thought that the nickname she had adorned him with was a little babyish for someone who was attending grammar school. However, he still adored his perfect sister.
Everyone who knew her was absolutely smitten with Angela.
Just the way she liked it.
Author's Note: It could be terrible, but please let me know what you thought! Should I continue? Let me know in the review section! Thanks for reading! PS: If you want me to continue, I am doing B for Bernadette next!