On the way home from the park today, Ty asked me, "Mom, what do they play with in Heaven?"
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"I think there are probably mountains and mountains of legos to play with in Heaven," he responded whimsically. "And for food there, I bet they eat pizza and hot dogs and grilled cheese sandwiches, all the time. And probably lots and lots and lots of chocolate cake."
I love him. Anywhere with him is heaven to me.
Week 26: Recovering
3 years ago
1 comment:
Meggin, you are right--kids are just a little taste of heaven. I think about that all the time.
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