Today at lunch I told the boys we were going to take down their little Christmas tree that we've had up in the piano room the last month.
"Isn't that sad?" I said.
"No", Johnathan replied. "Sad is never seeing your brothers."
"You're right Johnathan", I finally came back with, "we can always put up another tree next Christmas."
Every once in a while Johnathan totally catches me off guard with his questions or remarks about his brothers in Heaven. Today was one of those days. And I want to remember this brief conversation. Because sometimes it takes a 4 year old to remind you of what "sad" really is. And taking down a Christmas tree isn't sad, because it isn't final. There will be other Christmases and other trees. But you can't get back a brother. Funny how much you can learn from a seven word sentence spoken by a 4 year old.
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