Sometimes there are moments when we feel like we are forgetting him.

What did he look like? His hands? His feet? His sweet cheeks and charming smile? His walk and his talk. His jokes and his giggles.

They seem to disappear.

And then we panic. We can’t forget.

We beg God for a sign that we will be okay. That he is okay.

Sometimes there are no visible answer to our pleas and sometimes we are given a holy kiss from heaven, like today when Olivia looked out the kitchen window as I was making supper and exclaims:

Mommy! I think God went up to Mikail and asked him to paint the sky pink for me!