9/16/2021

Dear Peace,
I know you’re in paradise sweet girl. And in my deepest gloom that thought is a ray of hope that penetrates my heart.
I know you have a smile on your face and a song in your heart.
I know your broken body was left behind here on earth, and that your spirit was clothed in a new body, all ready for the New Heavens and the New Earth that is to come.

I do wonder though… is your new body that of a baby or of an adult?
Will you grow up in paradise?
I hope so. I hope you get to start off there as a baby.
I hope someone sings you lullabies so you can sleep in heavenly peace.
I hope you get to snuggle with some great-grandmas and be tickled until the laughter overtakes you.
I hope you get to lie on your back and, all wiggly, look up in wide eyed wonder at the beauty all around you.
I hope you get to soak in that beauty until your heart is full, and fuller.
I hope you get to toddle around with a favorite toy clutched in your tiny fist.
I hope there’s dirt to play in where you are. Dirt is a vital part of childhood. As are bubble baths.
I hope you dance that bouncy-squatty, “is she going potty?” toddler dance.
I hope your hair grows in all wispy and curly. And I hope you keep a bow in it.
I hope you get to run wild in magnificent fields of beautiful flowers with lots of cool bugs to discover. If there are bees there, they won’t sting you, and the bugs won’t bite, so just dive in.
I hope you lie in the grass, gaze at puffy clouds, and imagine lions and lambs, dragons and ladybugs, in the lovely, ever changing sky.

I know you are happy whatever body you’ve been clothed in.
And I know you don’t miss me like I miss you.
But I do like to think that you look forward to meeting me one day.
I’ll look forward to it every day, and every day I’ll love you.

Until that day,
Mama


PS: I also hope that if it turns out you’re a boy that you have a solid sense of humor.