One year ago today was Warren’s Memorial Service.  I shake my head.  A whole year without him.  Friends tell me they have tried to picture themselves in my shoes.  They can’t.  My response is “Me neither”.  Although at some point every day the truth reaches me.  Then I can’t move, I can hardly breath.  Just a tiny speck of the truth reaches me.

It is like that with heaven too.  Maybe it is just an incredible sense of peacefulness in the face parenting challenges (is anyone really smart enough for that job?) or a belly laugh when I get David’s joke and he joins in the laughter.  This too stops me and I take it in.  Just a speck of what is to come.

I relish the heaven on earth moments that take my breath away.