• One day, my little girl came up to me.
    She looked out the window and she began to ask questions.
    Her mouth was upturned into a smile
    and she asked,"Mommy, what is the sky made of?"
    I returned her smile and replied,
    "The sky is made of the oceans of Heaven."
    She looked again and asked another question.
    "Mommy, what are the clouds made of?"
    I looked at the puffy white clouds and answered,
    "The clouds ae made of the feathers from the wings of angels."
    She turned to look at me and asked one last question.
    "Mommy, what am I made of?"
    I gave her a huge smile and placed her small hand over my heart.
    I sighed and responded quietly.
    "You honey, are made of the love that God gave us.
    I love you, He loves you, and because of that, you are here."
    She hugged me and whispered,"That must be why you're here too,
    because I love you so much."
    She kissed me and I said,
    "I love you more than the oceans of heaven,
    and the feathers of angels. I love you as much
    as He does, and that will never change."