The other night Miles began talking with me about dying.
"What happens after dying?" was his out-of-left-field question.
"Who were you talking with about dying?" I asked, to which he told me Daddy (who was conveniently no where in sight).
Still, these are the conversations I love. I long to hear what is inside my little boy's mind, what he thinks about when he's not focused on Wii games, wrestling, Oz the kitten or -- the most important thing -- FOOD.
"What happens after dying? Do we come back?" A thought of reincarnation flashed through my mind.
"Well, if we love God and do what he says, we get to go and live with him forever," I answered as best I could.
"Do we get to see him?"
I don't remember how the conversation went from there, but it seemed to be all Miles wanted to know for now. Left me with a warm feeling from the glimpse I had into my baby's heart.