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Letter to my son

Dear Son, The last week of school before spring break, you eagerly showed me the Easter card you made.  "Mommy, it's an Easter egg with praying hands.  Open it.  Looks, there's a picture of a cross.  But nobody is on the cross, so that means Jesus is alive."  It was beautiful.  We are so fortunate you go to a school that values faith and is willing to teach to young children. The Easter card helped... in a very sad situation.  Aunt Kim's mom passed away right before Easter.  Mommy and Daddy discussed if you should come with us to Aunt Kim's mom's funeral.  We agreed that you should be there.  We wanted you to be prepared, "Aunt Kim is saying good bye to her mommy.  Her mommy is no longer here on earth but in heaven with Jesus.  Remember the Easter card and how Jesus wasn't on the cross and he is alive?  Kim's mommy is alive and Jesus is taking care of her in heaven.  But Aunt Kim will miss her mommy and that's goi...

Letter to my son

Dear Son, You are taking a nap right now.  Naps are rare gems these days.  This morning we went with Oma and Opa to Mrs. Heather's strawberry patch.  You took to picking strawberries like a pro.  You became very picky too - you would turn the strawberry over and around, make sure it didn't have any green, no bird bites or too aged before you would consider picking the berry.  "I'm a farm boy now, because I'm picking strawberries" - the smile was there, even with your serious endeavors. It was fun, but also educational.  As we were leaving, Mommy asked you, "Do strawberries grow on tall bushes or plants near the ground?"  You replied, "Low, low to the ground!"  I had another question for you, "How does a strawberry start off?"  You explained, "As a small white flower." We went to Cracker Barrel soon after because you said you were thirsty and starving.  We managed to talk you into a cooked carrot.  You finished the ...