Note: I know my child will someday speak/write/think for himself/herself. But for now, his presence within me inspires these thoughts.

In heaven, the unborn and the dead are friends. They mix and mingle in the ongoing celebration. It is always sunny and warm. There is always dancing. My baby gets to party with my godfather and my Play Brother, with my friend from high school and the cute Australian actor. They dance to early 80s New wave, disco, and whatever feels good. Everyone wears a favorite outfit and they are in their best state of health and beauty. So my nino is young and strong. My Play Brother is at his Cutie Pie best.
The party is better than a 1990s Sunday at the Endup.