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?

“Yeah, bub?”

“Where’s Jesus?”

“He’s in Heaven.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s where he lives for now.”

“Oh.”

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.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah bub?”

“I wanna see Jesus.”

I smiled, sighed, looked at him in the mirror again.

“Me too, bub. Me too.“