Heaven

So today, we're getting ready to leave for NY to visit my brother. Just for a short time. I needed to water the plants and flowers so they wouldn't be keeled over when we return. Nathanael (that's what we've decided on for now--not James anymore!) loves to water the flowers. He does a pretty good job for a little guy who's destroyed these same flowers he now wants to care for.
I decided to cut the red gerbera daisies on the front porch and bring them in because they don't last too long without water. In fact, they look like me at the end of the day, wilted and bent over, if they aren't watered enough. It's interesting how God has made all of his creation the same...we all bend over when we can't go on without refreshment. hmmmmm
So, we brought the daisies in and put them in some nice cool water and placed the vase on the mantle. Nathanael excitedly jumped up on the couch and invited me, "Good! Now let's sit here together and watch them grow!" That sounded like the nicest invitation I had received in a while.
As we sat there cuddling and looking at the five slightly wilted daisies, I thought, if this is so satisfying here on Earth, to cuddle with my floppy, blond-haired, doe-eyed three-year-old watching wilted daisies "grow", how much more satisfying could heaven be? Where things don't die, but grow, and boys like to spend time just sitting with their moms? Where we have the time to just be and watch flowers grow and listen to the breath of our loved ones?
This was a small taste of heaven. And I hope I can slow down enough to watch more flowers grow.