Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Heaven Can Wait

Proverbs 13:22
A good man leavean inheritance to his children’s children, And the wealth of the sinner is stored up for [the hands of] the righteous. 

My Sweet Boys,

Right now, I'm knee deep in planning our vacation. So much is going into giving you both as much fun as you can handle. There will be places for you to climb, run, learn, get dirty, see animals, ride trains, and even rest comfortably so you're ready for the next day's adventure. But we're doing something else during that trip. Unbeknownst to you both, Mommy and Daddy are setting up a trust and a will so that you can have some wonderful, wonderful people look after you should Mommy and Daddy not be here anymore. But I need you to know something that I can't put in that will.

No matter what happens, boys, I need you to know that Mommy and Daddy fought like all hell to stay with you. I have no doubt in my mind that we would see you again in heaven. But listen to me carefully: Heaven can wait. I've no doubt that it's beautiful. I've no doubt that living in the presence of God is certainly the best ever. Strike that.

Right now is the best ever. Right now, with your chubby fingers wrapped around mine, playing in Bubba's room with balls, dancing to music, watching you take your first steps, listening to your words blossom into full, complete thoughts that you really understand. Hearing about how school is
going, about your dreams, about how much you love your precious George and MonkMonk...

I'm sure Heaven is nice, but nothing beats this. Nothing.

We've provided enough that the two of you will be well taken care of for the rest of your lives. Your sweet godparents are amazing, wonderful people. They'll love you, I've no doubt. But I can't teach them the silly songs that we make up trying to make you both go to sleep. I can't teach them that you only like your peanut butter sandwiches cut across so you can eat the crust last. I can't teach them the certain way that I hold you to get all the gas bubbles out of your tummy, or how I comfort  you when you've had a bad dream.

I've seen the way you light up when Daddy walks in the door after a long day. I've seen how tired he gets, but he always makes sure that he has enough energy to wrestle on the floor, to read books a million times, or hold and comfort you while we watch the same move 739 times. I can't teach that to anyone. No one will be as good as your Daddy. No one will replace your Mommy.

So, my precious boys, while you feed the giraffes, and I will no doubt take 27 photos, I just want you to know that we love you enough to provide for you forever. But we want to be here forever also.



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