I was driving in the car today, with my little ladybug in the back seat, when out of the blue I heard, “Tank you, Judson.”
Gripped that I might have just caught a snippet of Jessie conversing with her brother, I remained quiet hoping to hear more of the one-sided dialogue.
“Tank you, Jud.”
A tear began to roll down my cheek.
“Bye bye Jud. See ya!”
I thought to myself, “Yes, Jessie, I expect that someday you will see Jud.” But rather than declaring this notion, I simply asked, “Do you love Jud, Jessie?”
“Yes!” She emphatically replied.
“Me too! Me too!” I softly responded, echoing her sentiments while soaking in the preciousness of the moment.