I often think about what Heaven will be like, and have always imagined it to be centered around one place: my Grandparents house. I see Grandma there with her apron on, cooking at the stove and Grandpa, my sweet Dad and my Uncle Jarl sitting at her table, sipping coffee, smiling and ushering me in. The love and warmth and happiness there is indescribable, the feeling ...
I usually don't blog on the weekends and hardly ever reblog...but this post from MJ was just too precious to pass up.
Thank you, Butch, for enjoying what I wrote enough to share it with your friends. Bests to you, MJ