I’ve never really thought much about kites, and then on a whim I discovered that my Heaven is full of them.
I believe when we die, we go to a place surrounded by the happiest things our minds can imagine.
In my Heaven, everyone is at peace.
There is no angst, no heartache, no stress, just peace.
My Heaven has blue skies and warm breezes.
Rolling down hills and basking in the sun are strongly encouraged.
At any moment I can lay down on the grass, look up and see my Heaven’s Heaven from the end of my string.
My Heaven is full of all of the babies I could have made but never got the opportunity to in this lifetime.
In my Heaven I’m surrounded by laughter and sunshine and love, but most of all love.
Around every turn is a new discovery and each new freckle is a kiss from the sun.
In my Heaven, warm breezes float off the lake and brush across my cheeks.
And those breezes silently carry hundreds of kites in my Heaven’s sky.
In my Heaven, there are fields of wildflowers everywhere and everyone is always happy to see you.
This weekend I discovered my heaven is full of kites.
Pretty sure I had the prettiest one.