Bitty E is doing this thing where she tells me she doesn’t want to go to heaven.
I am trying to remind myself that this is not her judgment against God but rather her 5 year old self realizing that life is pretty great here for me and it’s kind of my understanding of an all-inclusive resort and how could any place be any better?
Oh if only I could stay her innocence.
{And about heaven…I mean…I don’t want anybody to go TODAY or anything…but it sounds pretty great to me…}
My attempt to read some scripture together to get her excited about heaven fell on unwilling ears. Enter subtle mama. This mama is sneaky, stealthy, and can confirm whether or not you brushed your teeth with just a sweep of her pinky finger over your toothbrush bristles.
So until she comes to the whole wars and rumors of wars realization-thing, looks like subtle mama will be sticking around. Enter Simba.
{That song is totally in your head, isn’t it?}
Stealth mama asked bitty E to help her collect seed from the long-past sunflower blooms. I read online to wait until the back of the blooms were brown, and I did have the patience to do that for the first one. The seeds came out easily, seemed ready, and were a cinch for bitty E to harvest, all while we did our not-talking-talking about heaven and how she had watched this flower’s entire life span.
The second sunflower I snipped that day wasn’t fully brown on the back, but I thought meh, {or bleh, as another friend has been known to say a time or two} and tried it anyway. Turns out The Google was right—they were tricky to get out, so much so that bitty E gave up and handed it to me, and they just didn’t seem ready. So the rest of the blooms are still on the flowers, and I will wait for the brownness.
Let’s pretend I got the focal point right on this shot.
It’s weird to think about aging.
Man, I sure hope all our backs are green. Very, very green. Verdant, actually. But I know where I’m headed, and something tells me there’s going to be lots of laughing and painting and dancing and eating and seeing and growing and reading and only all the good.
May my back be good and brown when the time comes.
