a conversation in the van between me (e) and ollie (o):
o: hey, mom, did you know that sometimes at night i hear god talking to me?
e: you do?
o: yeah. late at night when i'm in my bed i hear him talking and i know it's not phoebe or moses or papa or you. it's god.
e: wow, what does god say?
o: i don't know really but sometimes he tells me about good things.
e: how does it make you feel when god talks to you?
o: happy...mom, does god ever talk to you?
e: i don't think so, ollie, he has not talked to me with his voice so i can hear him.
o: well, sometime you should come in bed with me. we'll have a snuggle in my bed and if we wait a long, long time...maybe we'll both hear him.
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3 comments:
sweet, sweet o. what a dear boy. there's nothing like being a mom, huh? mel
Greatest. Post. Ever.
Weeping. Openly.
(NE City was splendid by the way.)
he is a sweet boy. phoebe occasionally has similar reports. neither can remember what god said. i wish i knew.
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