Hotel to Heaven

On way back from hilton head vacation this week.

Me: Wow look at this fog. this bridge looks like it’s going up into heaven. Look Owen we are driving to heaven!

Owen: I don’t want to go to heaven.

Me: (gasp) What? Why not?

Owen: I want to go to the Hotelllllllllllll! (trailing whine)

Me: Oh honey, heaven is much nicer than the hotel.

Funny, a 3-year-olds perspective. Maybe it is light-shedding. Remember being younger, (some of you,) and thinking, “I don’t want to go to heaven until after I get married and have kids…” Or “I want to be a (fill in the blank) before I go to heaven.”

God has to be up in heaven hearing that and giggling at what we think would be a “must reach destination” before heaven.

Owen’s First Real Performance.

 

 

Last Thursday Owen had what they call at his preschool, a “book parade”. His book was on Noah’s Ark so his whole class had to dress up like animals. They paraded around in a circle and up on to the stage and sang their song. His was that one we learned in Sunday School when we were little, you know…

The Lord…. Told Noah…. To build him and arky arky…

I absolutely could not wait for that precious frog to get on stage so I could revel in his first ever school song performance! He walked up with his class, lined up… and then slight pushing battles began. He and a few of the other boys were all rallying for a front row spot. In the end the assistant had to pull one of the boys (a cow) backward back into line and this pushed Owen behind the line.

Yes, folks…. My little guy… the one I adored… I could not see. I’m told he was just looking around anyway. But I MISSED IT! A first. To make it worse. This week I am missing the first field trip. This also does not seem to be a big deal to the other mothers… but it is killing me. I guess I will have other opportunities to be a “room mom”. Right?