Heaven

It feels like Heaven on Earth as I watch them.  I’m inside looking out the back window at them playing in their new place house.  After he rings the doorbell, she opens the door for him to come in.  The play awhile there then fill buckets with water just, well, play.  As they catch each other’s eye, they giggle and laugh and my heart melts.  Feels like Heaven.

And sometimes I overhear their conversations.  Kainoa, do you want your fast car?  Pardon?  Your fast car.  Do you want me to reach it for you?  Yes please Mana.  Here you go.  Thanks, Mana.  You’re welcome, Kainoa.  Sigh...feels like Heaven.  

Then there’s the rare times their car seats are next to each other rather than two seats away.  They take the opportunity to hold hands.  Because they can reach.  There it is again...Heaven.

And I can’t help but think of the times at the store when she sees something that he would like and points it out.  When I decide to buy it and not something for her, she is so happy for him.  Genuinely happy.  

Now don’t get me wrong...there are plenty of screams and yelps and no-that’s-mines and feet stomping.  But I’m choosing today (as they are peacefully sleeping, which, now that I think of it, also feels heavenly) to reflect on the caring moments.  The ones that teach me how to love and be loved.

I know I’m part of a large crowd of parents who love watching their kids love and take care of each other.  I wonder what it must be like for God when He watches us, His children.  I wonder if it just melts His heart when He watches us ceremoniously pray before each meal.  Or when we wait until ten minutes post sundown to play the game or watch the movie.  I wonder if He marvels at the wonder of it all when we drag, I mean skip, or way to church when we are just so darn exhausted.  

Or maybe He longs for the moments we take care of each other.  The times that we see her divorce as our pain.  And when we notice that everyone bleeds the same colour and spend our free time with the lonely instead of filling our own loneliness with movies and food.  Even when we just notice that someone working outside looks thirsty and feel thirsty enough for them that we take them a drink.  When we are through and through happy for our co-worker who advanced earlier than we did, seemingly unfairly.  Because she has a family and bills to pay and a life that matters.  Maybe that makes His heart melt.  His children loving each other.  His creations taking care of each other.  

Maybe that’s what it’s all about, really.

I guess it doesn’t just feel like Heaven watching my kids love each other.  

I guess it is.