Last night during family movie night, my almost-6-year-old son sidled up next to me on the couch (unsolicited), gently pushed my hair back, and whispered these words to me. I have no idea what I did to deserve him, but I thank God for my sweet little angel every single day. He is my heart and soul.
I Love You Past Heaven
The wispy tendrils
Of your sweet sighs
Caress my faded face
As you snuggle close
And brush my hair aside
Your steady warmth
Restores my soul
Your whispered words
Bring me back to life
“I love you past heaven mommy …”
And I thank the Lord
With each last breath
That he deemed you should
Be mine
*Photo by Jorge Fernández Salas on Unsplash.