Driving along in the car today I told Matt that it was his Grand-mom's birthday.
Matt: How old is she?
Me: If she were here, she would be 74.
Matt: Where is she?
Matt: I think Heaven is yellow, like the sun. And there are big magical beds you can sit on and lay on.
After a short pause,
Oh, and there's a kitchen.
To me, this was a good idea of Heaven.... My Mom, sunshine, sleep, and food.
Lord, help me to Heaven.