It was an ordinary Saturday night. Kids had been bathed, brushed and dressed in preparation for church the next day. The house was picked up. The TV was off. It was still. Most of our Saturday nights are not like this. They are rowdy, loud and wild. But this one was different. The girls and I started painting our toe and fingernails with a variety of colors and attached some decals we had gotten from the store. Suddenly, Blake came over and offered up his nails for painting. This has never happened. The girls had always teased him about it and asked him, but this was the first. They chose yellow and painted his nails. In the end, it looked like he had a toe disease. But the girls loved it. Spencer was working on addition facts at the table. Writing and rewriting facts that he had learned at school. He was so proud of himself for his hard work, as his little tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. And I was proud of him for working on school projects all on his own. William was in heaven, playing with his toy trains. “choo choo” and a crawl across the floor pushing the trains he loves. And I had the feeling of heaven and I knew that this must be what heaven is like. It is a mish mash of people working together for the greater good. Working together to make each other happy and to bring each other joy. A constant barrage of love and laughter. And this was my heaven and I smiled, knowing I would never forget it.