My little girl spent the night at Grandma’s this week, which very well may be her favorite place in the entire world. She ate waffles for breakfast and got to watch Clifford and Curious George. Tonight, she asked, “Mom, can I wake up at Grandma’s?”

This evening, I’d been contemplating challenging things: friends fighting valiantly against cancer, impossible workloads, and the pain wrapped up in raising children. I think about heaven a lot and found comfort in this: Heaven has got to be a little like waking up in your favorite place in the whole world — with someone you love waiting to hug you, and your favorite breakfast sitting at your place at the table.