Last night, before bed, my daughter told me she missed Isabel.
She doesn't mention her very often, so I'm always taken aback when she does.
She was so little when Isabel was delivered...just two years old, so obviously, I know that she can't really miss her.
That being said, I told her that I missed her too, and then assured her that we would all be together someday in Heaven.
She said, "I don't think so."
I asked, why not?
"Heaven is just too many train rides away, don't ya think?"