While enjoying a lazy Sunday morning snuggle in bed with the boys, the conversation drifted from yawns, to snakes, to trips to the beach, to family, to life, to death, to Mema.
We talked about how even though my mother is in Heaven, she is always with us.
As he curled up in the crook of my arm and draped a leg over me, Owen looked up, so innocent...
Owen: Mama, is Mema in your belly?
Mama: No Silly, she's in my heart.
Owen: No Mama, I think she's in your belly. That's why it's so big!
Off to the treadmill for Mama...