I had a little conversation with Grace the other day. We talked about the ocean and beaches. That all sounds sooo good right now! I'll settle for some desert and mountains, though. She immediately wanted to hop in the car and drive to the beach. She was so hurt when I said it was not possible. She doesn't understand the concept of planning, but you know I thought I had it figured out too and then we got a curve ball. I told her we'd have to fly in an airplane. It was too long to drive (she can hardly make it the St. Michael). She had a look of fear in her eyes. "I don't want to ride a plane mommy. It goes too high and I might see Jesus. We just drive, that's better." I can read a million things into this comment. I think she is scared. Even though we've only said good things about Jesus, she learns good things in school. Jesus took our baby. To a little kid like her I am sure she might be scared he'd take her too. If that would ever happen I am pretty sure I'd need to be committed to a loony bin. I am so sad that they need to be faced with this devastation. There was no warning, everything was as could be, there was a lot of excitement from the very beginning...Grace went with me to my doctor appointments to hear the heartbeat every month and then BAM, our safe, happy, comfy little world was changed forever. How do you help a child overcome that? Especially when they are so little and egocentric...

Well Grace is waiting for me to take her to the library. We were at Space Aliens last night for supper and she wanted to leave and go to the library. I promised her I'd take her today...even though my list of 2 do's is a mile long.