What
started out as convenience before doing Christmas shopping or running errands
has turned into our Friday night thing to do.
On Friday
nights, you can find us going to Chick-fil-A for dinner and then running
errands if necessary. A sweet lady that works there had taken a strong liking
to Wyatt and Kinley. Gelyn is from Nicaragua and loves to talk in Spanish to
the kids. She has taught Kinley adios and says she wants to teach them a
new word each time. She also always makes sure the kids get a balloon, even if
there aren't any blown up she will go get some especially for them. On one
occasion, she got them balloons and then had other kids wanted one too so there
she found herself blowing up more.
Anyways,
on with the tradition. We have started sending our balloons to heaven to our Pa
(instead of letting them float around the house tormenting Tobie). I
decided to do it one evening and since doing it, Kinley has asked about sending
our balloons to Pa.
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| it's not the greatest picture but it captures a sweet moment |
Tonight’s
conversation was about sending them to him and asking other questions, like “Can
I play with Pa?”
“Is Pa on
the roof?” to which Hubby answered, “He’s higher than the roof and in a better
place than the roof.”
Or “Is Pa
napping?” and the answer to that was, “No, he’s watching over you. He’ll
probably wait until you go to sleep before he naps. He won’t want to miss any
of the fun stuff you do.”
And then
that sweet little thing says, “Is Pa in heaven? Can we see him?” {insert dagger
to the heart.} Hubby was so sweet in answering her as I sat with tears in my
eyes on the ride home, “Someday we’ll all see him.” As I've said before, I wish heaven had visiting hours.
