During our recent visit to the cemetery, my four year old son Daniel gazed at me ernestly with his big brown eyes and inquired, "if I die and go to Heaven will there be lots of toys for me to play with, Mommy?"
Yep. This is one of those times I knew that I, the one who usually has a quick comeback, would be speechless.
"When you get to Heaven, you won't even need any ol' toys. It will be so wonderful and beautiful..." I said as my voice trailed off to a whisper.
"But Heaven is where I get to play with all my favorite toys and be with my Grammy, right Mommy? Right?"
"Yes, sweet boy," I replied as a tear slowly rolled down my cheek. "That sure sounds like Heaven to me."