The girls frequently ask about what Heaven is like.
We tell them what we think Heaven is but obviously we are not experts on that subject....not yet anyway.
In fact, H asked last night if I think that you can smell your "home smell" in Heaven.
My answer was a resounding "YES!"
Because, to me, Heaven is your version of perfection - in every way. (And apparently, she loves our home smell.)
In my Heaven, you smell, taste, feel, talk about, listen to, spend time with whomever and whatever is in your perfection.
This past weekend, a dear, Dear, DEAR friend (more dear to us than he'll ever know) told us that, in his mind, he refers to his Heaven as "Nine Minutes".
So, I can't take credit for his idea.
But I will write about it and take credit for what I write below. (Or maybe I won't want to take credit for it. I've not written it yet.)
Nine Minutes.
The time between when you hit "snooze" the first time and when your alarm goes off for the second time each morning. What he feels during these nine minutes is what his Heaven will be, he thinks.
It's the start of a new day.
Whatever was wrong the day before, is over. It's done. You can't change it.
You can move on, learn from it, and start a new day, full of potential (...in nine minutes.)
And yet, it's not quite the start of a new day yet. (Remember?...You still have nine minutes left...)
So, anything that you need to worry about, well, it can wait just a few minutes longer. (You got it...nine minutes longer, to be exact.)
You don't need to talk. Or tell. Or ask. Or debate. Or remember. Or call. Or text. Or drive. (Don't ever do those two at the same time...) Or cook. Or pick up. Or build. Or clean. Or yell. Or annoy. Or be annoyed. Or cry. Or fire. Or hire. Or type. Or fix.
You only need to "be".
Nine Minutes. It's the only time each day that he gives himself to just "be".
And "being" is a great thing to be.
I think we should all do it ... for more than Nine Minutes, if possible...Heaven can wait.
