my job in heaven.

"Mom, you're so good at drawing butterflies," she said proudly and thought deeply.  "Maybe when you die, that will be your job, you know, making butterflies."

Ahhh.  I love the way a five year old thinks and dreams.  Through my children, I begin to see more and more why he asks us to come to him as children, to have faith, to dream, to love as children do.

Reaching for the hem,
Ann