HEAVEN
After I read my precious five year-old Gillian a favorite bedtime story, she said her prayers and I tucked her into bed. I watched as she drifted asleep, like an angel, but after a few moments, she opened her eyes, furrowed her eyebrows and inquisitively asked me, “Daddy…what’s heaven look like?”

A question like that melts a Daddy’s heart.

I whispered to her, “Heaven is the most beautiful place you could ever imagine, it’s always sunny and warm like Spring, there’s all kinds of pretty flowers and waterfalls and trees and you can run and play in the tall green grass all day long. All the houses are shiny and sparkly like glitter. You never get a tummy ache or an owee, you’re never sad, you never cry, you’re always happy and laughing and playing.

She asked, “How do you get there? Do you fly? Like angels with wings?”

“Umm, yes Honey.”

“Is Jesus there? Does he have wings too? Will I see him? I don’t want to see him by myself.”

“You won’t ever be by yourself. All the people who you love will be there too.”

“Like you and Mommy and my cousins, and Aunties and Uncles and friends from school?”

“Yes, Love.”

“And Granny and Grampy too.”

“Yes, Granny and Grampy too.”

“Thank you Daddy. Good night, I love you.”

“I love you too Sweetie, my Bella. Sweet dreams…”