An Airplane Ride to Heaven...

Several times since the miscarriage, Tate has asked me about the baby in my tummy and until recently has just accepted my responses and went on in his carefree childish way to something else. Yesterday evoked a new set of responses... Early morning I was getting ready for work and had went into the living room to continue my morning efforts when as I was sitting there I heard, "Mommy, there's not a baby in your tummy anymore?" I proceeded to say to him that there wasn't. On this occasion, I sat down to try to talk to him which I had done several times before but felt the need to give him more of an explanation this a.m. I said "Well, the baby is in Heaven now and that means that we need to be really good and love Jesus and one day we will get to see the baby again." Well that I could tell was being intently thought upon... He continued on a bit with little musings of Heaven being up in the sky and such. But his next response was "Mom, I think we need to buy an airplane so we can go to Heaven." And it was in that bittersweet moment that I looked at his gorgeous face and thanked God.....