Even though explaining to my 2 1/2 year old that the baby in mommy's tummy died and went to heaven with Jesus was one of the hardest things I've ever had to say, his response of compassion took my breath away. He reached up and wiped my tear from my cheek and told me Jesus would dry my tears. A little while later he told me he would go to heaven and get the baby back from Jesus and put it back in my tummy. How beautiful and precious is the innocent and straightforward way of a child. The journey may be heartbreaking at times, but it is well worth it all when you do get to watch those little ones grow up before your eyes.