Out of the mouths of babes.

Just when you think you've got it all together, your 3 year old son knocks you right back down to earth. Tonight I was tucking my sweet baby into bed, when he asked me, "when will she weturn?" I asked him what he was talking about and he said, "I heard someone say you can weturn. When is Grammy going to weturn from heaven? I miss her." I'll tell you right now, that kid can drop me to my knees, and make tears stream down my cheeks faster than anything, he is so sweet sometimes.
My husband and I made a promise to each other that where ever or when ever our kids need to talk about grammy's passing we will drop everything and talk with them as long as they need to. Tonight, my little man missed his Grammy and i was going to be there to talk him through it.
I am fascinated with children's minds an am pretty convinced that they are much better at coping with tragedy than us adults. Tonight we talked about how he missed her house and how she had fun toys that played music. He misses her hugs. He asked me if we could write her a letter, and I of course agreed.

Dear Grammy,
I love you.

Then he told me we have to be quiet and sneak it up to heaven under the door. Because we're not supposed to be there yet.

Out of the mouths of babes!