Wings

Tonight, Bud (Yordy) was sitting at the table. Dad had just left to get the milk and Yordy then proceeded to say (in the most matter of fact way)...
"Dad can't go to heaven. He can't fly; he's too big." [obviously we need to work on our theology...but I just love the way children's minds work.]
When Dad returned, I told him what Bud had said. His response was simple.
"Bud, I will have special wings. The wings of Jesus. I will get there."

{I hope to post soon about our amazing weekend. I am kicking myself for not taking more pictures... until then!}

~jillian