Questions for Heaven

It's been a little over three months since my mom finished her battle and got to go home to heaven. The kids wanted to go "say hi" today, and they were really excited to see the new stone. They traced all the grooves with their fingers, asked if we could write notes on it with chalk, hopped on it to "make sure it was solid enough," paced around it to see how many steps it took, and were generally too energetic and squirmy for a cemetery. I was glad that nobody else was around to be offended.

But for a few moments, they held still. They sat beside the stone (or on it, as the case may be), and they asked questions:

- Is it fun up there, Moogie?
- Do we look funny down here?
- Do you miss us? Because I miss you.
- Can you ride jaguars and tigers up there?

...and they they started wiggling again. But that one, still moment of questions has had me grinning all day. Things look so different through the eyes of my kids. Thank God for children and their perspective.