Last night when it was time for bed, I sandwiched myself between my two oldest little guys as they were settling down. Our nightly routine is to brush teeth, read books, say prayers, and then I softly rub their backs and feet, and we whisper our last thoughts of the day together as they drift off to La-La Land. My hope as a parent is that these moments together help them relax and lead them into a peaceful night of sleep and pleasant dreams. It’s a sweet experience for me to be able to bond with them by hearing their thoughts, and I also get to tell them one more time that I love them before the day is gone forever.
So there we were last night in their room, lights out, their heads hitting the pillows. My oldest, who is 6, was pretty tired and was fading fast, while his younger brother, who is 4, was primed to talk for hours. I gently reminded Mr. Chatterbox that it was time to wind down, and he resisted, but after a little nudging, he settled down.
It got quiet for a few seconds. Then he softly said, “Mommy, when we’re in Heaven, I’ll still love you.”
“I’ll love you, too,” I whispered back, smiling in the dark and feeling deeply grateful for that moment.
My oldest also chimed in, “Me, too.”
“I’ll love you, too,” I replied.
Sometimes, Heaven truly is a place on Earth.
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