The other morning, I walked into the kitchen just as the kids were having a conversation about Heaven and what it might be like. Little John added that he's excited to see his brother Cyril and his kidney.
"Do you think your kidney is waiting for you in heaven?" I interrupted.
"Sure," he went on to explain. "I was born with it, it died, and now it's probably floating around heaven tied to a blue balloon, just waiting for me." He said very matter-of-factly.
Interesting to me that he thought of things that way. But I sure didn't try to argue with him...what do I know of the "rules" of heaven?
The kids went on, about how baby Cy was probably with Grandma Alice, and that it would be cool to meet them both someday. And we joked that maybe Cy wasn't really a boy (we miscarried before we could really know), and that maybe she'd give us all a little grief for naming her all wrong.
Anyhow, the conversation somehow drifted to who might get to heaven first, and how we might be able to send a sign, or a smoke-signal, or something to the rest of us here, to let us know we made it...and that me met up with Cy and Grandma. I thought this was genius. And so after much argument/discussion, we finally settled on purple butterflies. One for "we made it" and a pair if we're greeted by Cy. (For the record, Frank voted for a short-tailed squirrel, and Sam said he'd send down Johns kidney/balloon.)
Very cool. Hopefully our memory is made perfect in heaven, and someday (many, many moons from now) I can delight my kids on earth with a perfect pair of purple butterflies from heaven.
