Out of the mouths of babes

Our sweet K had a really special relationship with her Papa P, whom we lost to cancer a year ago December, just days before Christmas. We all miss him. The children were asking questions that led to thoughts of Papa. K said, "When I go, I'm going to bring a wagon." "When you go where?", I asked. "When I go to Heaven I'm going to bring a wagon so Papa can push me around". D chimed in, "Yeah, Papa used to pull all of us in the wagon and one time we all fell out and got hurt." Of course I started to cry at the thought of little K pulling a wagon up to Heaven, so I said, "K, hopefully you'll be really, really old when you go to Heaven, and Papa might not be able to pull you". She just kept talking about her wagon and how it had to be a red one like Papa's. So sweet. I'm off to dry some more tears!