Several snow days lately have spoiled Gage. He loves to stay home in the early mornings and play with his little cars, trucks and tractors while in his pj's. After looking out the window at the swirly snow, he said "Mom, I wish we had a fireplace, so we could sit in front of the fire to stay warm and drink hot chocolate." He then proceeds to tell me how he is going to rearrange the furniture so he can "build a fireplace right over there in that corner".
On one of the days "vacationing" from his school duties, Gage and I, along with my sister and her children took a trip to Chick-fil-a to eat and play. Gage and his cousin Justin were so excited to be there...they bounced up and down in the seat, talked continuously, and longingly looked at the play area, encased in the thick, sound proof glass. The slide beckoned...the little white car called their names...the tunnel and brightly colored steps made their little fingers twitch to crawl. In between bites of fries and sips of lemonade and root beer, their little manly conversation explained how they thought the play area had been constructed with "lots of wrenches and nails", etc.
Finally Gage looked over at me, his eyes shining and said "Mom, that's Heaven." And I guess to a five year old it was. The promise of enjoying the afternoon with his friend/cousin in the brightly colored play area that had been made with "lots of wrenches and nails" was equivalent to a street of gold.
And as I watched him climb and jump, healthy, happy and oh, so handsome I had to agree. That's Heaven.
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