My 2.5yr old son already has quite an imagination, perfect for storytelling. I find myself listening closely when he talks to others, just to be sure he doesn’t completely blindside them with one of his silly comments…

Last night, Cam fell asleep earlier than normal so I laid her down in the portable bassinet in hopes that she might stay content and slumber until morning. Paul had been at work already for several hours and wouldn’t be home until morning. So, it was just me and Mac awake for his bedtime prayers.

I started off like I usually do, blessing him with a quick touch of the hand then continued on to gratitude for the essentials, non-essentials, and health of our family. There must have been a lot weighing on my mind because I found myself just rambling on.

A few times, during bedtime prayers with Mac, we’ve thanked the Lord for taking Gemma up to Heaven to make her better there. Last night, I simply thanked the Lord for giving Gemma to our family, for blessing us with countless laughs and cuddles in the short time we had her. 
Eventually, I found a good stopping point, ended prayers & was trying to convince Mac to get comfy so I could cover him up and make my exit.
Mac was trying to keep me in there by talking about all the things he wanted to do… and people he wanted to see. Attempting to regroup his focus again, our next conversation went something like this:

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Mama: “Do you still like the blue sky waves?” 

Mac: “YEAH! Sky waves an’ green dots.”

I point up to the ceiling where his projection nightlight is shining calming blue waves of color.

Mama: “Is God up there?”

Mac: “YEAH! God is up there…”

then a few words I couldn’t distinguish, followed by…

“Gemma got a band-aid.”

He said it just like he had seen it with his own eyes! After a very brief pause due to the unexpected nature of his comment, I continued again.

Mama: “Yep, that’s right! God gave Gemma lots of band-aids. Our GOOD God brought Gemma to live in Heaven with Him so he could make her better. Gemma loves you and misses you SO MUCH.”

Mac: “Daddy an’ Sissy an’ Mac an’ Mama an’ Baya… an’ Mac an’ Sis… goin’ to God.”

Mama: “Aww, wow, we all get to go live in Heaven with God??

Mac: “YEAH!” 

Mama: “You are gonna impress upon a lot of people, Buddy. Always remember just how much God loves you.”

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This miraculous little human was grown from scratch, heaven-sent special for Paul & I. Yet, he continues to amaze me – I had no idea that these precious, once-in-a-lifetime moments even existed. 
In the quiet, leaning forward from my “worship position” on the floor, I laid my head down next to his. The little guy quickly wiggles his arms free and wraps them around as much of me as he could reach.