Here are highlights from our bedtime conversation tonight.
Caroline: I want to go up to heaven and see Weston. I want to say, God, can you please give me Weston? And then I will bring him here.
He has little tiny ears, and he needs little tiny socks.
C: I went up to heaven, but I couldn't carry Weston because I had my hands full.
Me: What were you carrying?
C: A bag of sharp knife-es.
Me: What were the knives for?
C: For God.
Me: Why did you have knives for God?
C: So he could cut things with them.
Me: What did God cut with the knives?
C: Arugula and onions and green beans.
Me: Oh, was he making a salad for Weston?
C: No, Weston doesn't like salad.
Me: What does Weston like?
C: He likes Cheerios and goldfish. (Huh? This from the girl who is allergic to dairy.) I put Weston in the little high chair and gave him Cheerios and goldfish from the snack bowls.
C: I laid down in bed, and Weston tried to get in my bed. So I got up and picked him up and put him in the bed with me. He had a Spiderman blanket. We cuddled in bed.
All the while, I had this mental picture in my head of the two of them lying in bed together, and I could hardly stand it. She misses her little brother, and I can't make it better.
Earlier today, someone was telling us about a book about a near-death experience. According to the author, there is a special "baby palace" in heaven. I'm not sure what to make of that, but it is a comforting thought. Babies separated from their parents by an entire realm need special care.
Oh, to be inside Caroline's head right now. She must be so confused.