Maybe the beauty of Heaven
is that there is no distinction between now and when
Time does not exist so there is no distance between us.
Now, here, time is my prison. It holds me captive while I count down the moments til I see you again.
But maybe the splendor of Heaven is that for you, I'm already there.
You get to wrestle with your daughter,
play cars with your son,
and hold our sweet baby boy.
Maybe it's only us who have to wait.
I miss you baby. I can't wait to see you again.
I love you always.