The backseat conversation.

Some things I just want to remember…

Last night we were leaving church after the kid’s choir practice when Parker commented on how pretty she thought the big round stained glass window is on our church. I told her it is located up in the balcony and could show her sometime. She asked what a “balcony” was and I said it was the place in church where we sit sometimes but have to climb stairs to get to.

Bailey said, “Yeah, and Parker, it’s also where Abraham Lincoln was killed.”

Parker, “He died? In the balcony?”

Bailey, “Yep!”

Parker, “Oh that is so sad! Is he still dead?”

Bailey, “Of course Parker! He was our 16th President! He’s like been dead for, like, 200 years.”

Parker, “Wow. That is so sad. I will miss him!”

The conversation kept going as Bailey told her story of the Lincoln assassination and I was laughing too hard (quietly) to remember all of it. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her he didn’t die in OUR balcony! And my sweet little empathetic PJ just kept saying over and over how sad she was that he was dead. How she can miss someone she didn’t know existed is beyond me but that is totally her heart!

3 thoughts on “The backseat conversation.

  1. I’ve never had the plrivilege of meeting your children, but I love them already. I admire your awareness of their incredible ability to inspire us.

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