When she picked up the first picture she asked, "Is this me?"
"No, that's Cora." I replied.
M: Oh. Where am I?
Me: You weren't born yet.
M: But where was I?
Me: Heaven.
M. Oh. Where are you?
Me: I'm taking the picture.
M: Oh. Where's Papa?
Me: At work.
She was quiet for a few minutes, still looking through the drawer next to me, then she pulled out another picture of Baby Cora.
M: Is this me?
Me: No, that's Cora when she was a baby.
M: Where am I?
Me: Heaven
[A brief pause] - And then it happened...
M: But who "hold you me" in heaven?
[It took me a little second because I was caught off guard knowing she was imagining herself all alone]
Me: God.
M: [relieved] Oh. God hold you me in heaven.
Me: That's right.
I wanted to fall a part at what her little mind was thinking when she couldn't imagine who could have been holding her if she wasn't with her little family. And I got all gushy that she was completely content that if one of us wasn't holding her, God could.
And because children are such wonderful teachers (they are the best at keeping it real), I loved the sweet spirit that reaffirmed, "God can do that for us still."
Baby Magnolia:
I love this.
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