"When we're in heaven, will I know you?"
That's a good one.
"Of course, Buddy."
I mean, I can only guess. But it seems like we would, right?
Ever the rational one, the elder little made a plan. "Since you'll get there first, do you think you can call me to tell me what it's like in heaven? You can tell me where you are."
"There are no phones in heaven; we won't need them," I rationalize in return, already anticipating the peacefulness. I looked over to his soft, sweet cheeks...they were turning red hot.
He paused and then stammered. "But how will I find you? There will be millions of people there."
The enormity of it all.
The red hot cheeks progressed into a full-blown sob. He continued. "And you're just one person."
I slipped underneath the covers next to his little body and covered the right side of his velvety forehead with the tiniest kisses.
"You'll know my heart, right? In fact, there are only two people who have been nearest to it...you and your brother. Don't you spend even one second crying about that... We will find each other."
I just know it.
"I love you...always will; whenever...wherever. Night-nights."
I pulled down the quilt, just a smidge, to kiss his forehead one more time before tiptoeing downstairs.
He had me thinking...