Sunday night I think I might have experienced 'Heaven' for a few moments.
Mr. Jenny and I have had our oldest three Grandlittles for a few days.
It was busy times for all us all...
Celebrating my Mom's 80th Birthday...
...with a Sweet Adeline singing quartet...
...ballroom dancing lessons and basketball practice.
Roller skating with the neighbor girl.
A little while before we went to bed I painted cherries on their belly buttons...
...I sat in the cozy chair reading books to the six year old.
The oldest Grandlittle played my electric guitar softly...her red hair shone like a beacon in soft lamp light.
I could hear the murmur of the middle Grandlittle talking to her Grandpa.
The rumble of his voice and the sweet soprano of hers made a lovely background melody.
I could hardly contain all the comfort and joy I felt in my heart in those moments.
"Heaven," I thought. "Surely Heaven could not possibly be near as wonderful as this."