We don't talk much about heaven anymore and I don't know why, but I wish we would. Guess cause I'm still like a kid, I have a wild imagination and when I think of heaven and the possibilities, my mind races. More on that in another blog.
Getting back home to Mexico is kind of strange. We used to call Georgia home, but now we call Mexico home. After 4 1/2 years Mexico seems more familar than Georgia. Maybe cause the roads change and so many buildings are built that I can't find anything. Maybe GPS is a good idea for me. Nah!
Just yesterday we got back from a month visit with family and friends in Georgia and Alabama. It was nice to see everyone and see what's up. I even caught up with a buddy, Ralph T, who I had not seen in 6 years, because he called Costa Rica home for a couple years and Colombia before that. It was really cool to hang out with him for our 3 hour breakfast. Very cool to hear what is going on with him and where his life path is heading. I like old Ralph, maybe because we think alike, except the black clothes.
When we got back home to Mexico I was, okay, a little giddy, very excited. I missed our friends and the kids here. One of the first places we went was to Martin's house. He was gone but his kids were home so we played and laughed and cut up, until Martin got back. Then we acted right.
Next as we drove up the road from his house we saw Valeria's mom selling roasted corn. She greeted us and went to fetch Valeria, who is about 2 years old, from the house. She smiled a huge smile when she saw us. We did too. As we got ready to leave her mom said to give us a kiss, or maybe Kelley asked for one. I thought I would get one of those cute kid blown kisses. You know, you kiss your hand and blow it to the person you would kiss. Nope, she gave me the sloppiest, wettest kiss on the cheek. Wow! I was in heaven!
So, heaven is going to be about sloppy, wet kisses from little ones like Valeria, or maybe Jesus. Wow! I can't wait.....
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