Yesterday I had a lovely conversation with my youngest son, Alden. It is the second time one of my children has mentioned my death in the last few weeks. Either they are prophetic, or wishfully thinking...
Alden: "Ma, when I am a adult, I'm gonna take my sons camping."
Me: "Aw, that will be so much fun buddy."
A: "But I'm NOT giving them my bear or blanky!"
Me: "Well, that's ok, you know why? Because Mommy will be
your sons' gramma and I will get them their own blanky and bear."
A: "Ok. That's good. Thanks Mom, you are the best mom ever."
Me: "Can Daddy and I come camping with you and your sons?"
A: "No. You'll be dead by then"
Um, Ok. I am off to reflect on Psalm 90 and eat some vitamins.