I wanna see Jesus
I picked the boys up from the babysitter’s house yesterday, and was driving slower than usual, hoping Nate would get sleepy, and maybe take a nap when we got home.
I was asking Sam about his morning at preschool- was he good, what they did, who he played with. We finished up that conversation, and it got quiet for a minute.
Then he asked, “Daddy?
“He’s in Heaven.”
“Because that’s where he lives for now.”
He took a few seconds to mull this one over. I glanced in the mirror as he watched pine trees and traffic signs whiz by, his brow furrowed, obviously trying to make sense of a person and place he’s heard of but never seen.
“I wanna see Jesus.”
I smiled, sighed, looked at him in the mirror again.
“Me too, bub. Me too.“