The other day, Chloe was asking about our baby.
Chloe: Mommy, is there a baby in your tummy?
Me: No, sweetheart. The baby isn't there anymore.
Chloe: Why?
Me: He is in heaven now with God. (We discussed this in more detail a few days earlier.)
Chloe: Okay.
A few moments pass.
Chloe: I'm going bye-bye.
Me: Oh? Where are you going?
Chloe: To heaven.
Me (pausing in my activity): Why? (knowing what was coming)
Chloe: To see the baby.
(My heart seems to stop)
Chloe: Jake is coming with me.
Me (weakly): Okay.
Chloe: We're here! Jake, you stay in the car.
(Jake gets out of his seat)
Chloe: Jake, you come with me.
Chloe (Walks across the kitchen, then comes running back to me): Look Mommy!! I found the baby!! Look, right here, I found the baby.
Chloe is holding a bright orange ear-plug (this deserves some explanation, but that's another post). She is cradling it in her hands, holding it close to her face and mine. Her voice is gentle now. I hug my little one, wanting to hug our baby too.
It is a moment I hope I never forget.