Theologians may take some offense to this post, though that is not my intention at all. The thing is I do not know what to think of Angels. I am still very much in the working it out part of heaven, angels and all things post life on this Earth. And now I care so deeply because one of my favorite people from this Earth is there. So, I am searching regularly and reading more to see what is graspable of heaven.

One of my favorite teachers has been Hannah. I don’t know if she is the Angel or if SuSu’s angel visits her frequently, but her heaven imagination is incredible. Likely, you will get more stories than this one because I want to recount them, but since it is Valentine’s Day tomorrow, I will share our morning.

Hannah walks down the off-white carpet steps into the dining room where shockingly a bit of sun has graced our table for breakfast. Clearly, she is becoming a northwest child because she acts like I was shining a flashlight directly in her eyes and she asked me to move my body and head to block her sun. Of course I tolerated that zero and told her to let the light get all over her face and last the whole day long. I digress from the point.

I serve her oatmeal with butter, milk, brown sugar and raisins and while she is doctoring it all up she matter of factly let’s me know that she just talked to SuSu. She said, “She is making valentines - getting prepped. She made a big red heart for me, and she was drinking her coffee, “ in a whisper she adds, “She puts whipped cream on top on special days.” I laughed and smiled. That all sounds awesome I tell her. And for a couple of minutes my heart beats at a different pace.

Over the last month, there have been these precious occasions where Hannah talks about SuSu and I don’t even know how to encapsulate the preciousness, the dearness, the beauty of her imagination. Each time is like handing me a beautiful surprise gift. So I share with joy my favorite Valentine story of the season so far - SuSu with her whipped cream coffee in heaven making red heart valentines for her granddaughter. And it makes me wish for all of us to have that childlike faith, that playful imagination, it is such a gift to share.