My writing seems to have a common theme lately. Questions proposed by my inquisitive 5 year old. Well, just as I was planning to write on a different topic tonight, my son comes at me again with a question “too good” not to discuss. Let’s start from the beginning. Landon had a great day today. His daddy went to his school classroom to build a planter with his classmates. He was so excited and proud of his daddy! The kids had a great time and now have a self-watering planter for their classroom that they all helped build.

After school, Landon & I went to the library to get some new books. While there he picked out a new movie to watch before bed. Charlie Brown Christmas! Yup- even had to rock his Christmas pajamas while he watched it. After the library, we went on a Mommy & Landon dinner date to Cracker Barrel. Played games at the table, colored, laughed and enjoyed some yummy food. On the way home, again as if falling out of the sky, Landon asked me how do we bury people. I told him that at a cemetery a big hole is dug, and we place the person into a bed made out of wood. This bed has a top so no dirt can get in. Then they lower it into the ground and cover it over.

I then preceded to ask him why did he want to know this. He said because he just saw someone who is buried. I don’t know why this shocked me so much, because I am used to him being so in-touch with things outside of his normal realm. But Alas, I was shocked and asked him what he meant by that. He responded with, ” I just saw Elanna, up there in the clouds and she said Hello to me”.

“Oh really”, I said. Landon responded with, “Yes, look! Up there in that cloud”. I was driving so I just glanced back at him in the back and he was looking out the window, head tilted, waving and mouthing “Hi”. It was surreal……..I just glanced back forward and said to Landon that I love him and he is such an amazing man. I swear I couldn’t make this stuff up even if I tried. This isn’t the first time he has randomly “seen” Elanna either. He talks to her, see’s her and hears her all the time. It’s things like this that remind me of how blessed I am. I write about my daily interactions with him because I never want to forget and want him to know (read) that he was born amazing from the beginning!