I love imagining you with chubby little fingers.
Picking flowers and making wishes. Stopping to watch a roly-poly crawl by and say hi to all the ladybugs.
Climbing a tree, bravely taking one step at a time until your face peeks over a limb, beaming with pride.
I love to think about you chasing the butterflies and jumping in puddles, trying to catch frogs and lightning bugs. The way you might look when a dragonfly lands on your nose and then the expression you make before we both burst out laughing.
I love to imagine you twirling in dresses and dancing with your daddy; what it would feel like for you to snuggle up on my lap—trying on my lipstick and practicing puckering—singing and humming to a tune—skipping around and playing with your sisters—talking to the jaybirds and whispering to the flowers.
The way the wind would always play with your hair, with you looking as wild and unkempt as your sisters.
First birthdays and first haircuts, and first days at school. You are growing up before my very eyes.
I like to imagine it, pretend I can nearly see it.
What it would be like with three. What it would be like if you had never left.
Then I imagine you in Heaven, practically glowing from living in the presence of eternal, pure love. Joy is overflowing in your heart in a way that feels normal to you.
Unicorns are no longer a fairytale. Mermaids as your best friends. Puppies as your pillows. And cotton candy for breakfast.
The softest alpacas are carrying you from place to place. Lions are roaring and sharing with you all their secrets. Bears belly-laughing at all your jokes. Floating across the evening with the fairies.
Rainbows dance in waterfalls. Rain is only meant for dancing. Wildflowers and roses tangled through everything. The most beautiful of scenery I could imagine, being your every day. Your paradise.
Counting the stars as they sparkle around you. Saying hello to the moon. Sleeping with a heavenly peace that wraps you up in the sweetest of dreams.
Waking up to butterfly kisses. Painting the sky with your watercolors as you help wake up the sun. Shouting out with glee, with your arms outstretched, wind dancing through your fingers, as you soar on the back of a dragon.
Giggling with the angels. Playing hide and seek with Jesus. Crawling up in God’s lap.
Looking down from the other side of the stars. Living life to a capacity we can only dream of.
No boo-boos, heartbreak or tears. No hurt. No pain. No sorrow. The very best of the very best.
I imagine these things. Sit and ponder them on the more challenging days until these thoughts fill my heart with joy.
It’s always about perspective. I know that you know if God were ever to ask me, “Do you want her back?” I’d say yes in a heartbeat. And as much as I long to be near you every single day, I also know that if God were to ask, But, do you want me to take her away from Heaven?”