"Ian I'm pretty sure I don't want you to ever die. Can you just live forever?"
"I don't think that's God's plan for me."
"then can I still be special to you in heaven?"
"you're my best friend on earth so you'll be my best friend in heaven."
As we fell asleep last night, a thunderstorm crept outside our window. Watching the curtains play in the breeze, I thought about heaven and how Ian will have his new body then. There is a lot about our final home that I don't know. But I remember asking Steve if we would be special to him in heaven. Even though we will be swallowed up in Christ in what is too magnificent for our words to describe now, I still want to be with Ian, and Steve, and our families.
I can't wait to love Ian with a perfect love in heaven. We will be married to Christ but I think we will still have a whole lot of fun together. I like to think that the special love God has given us here is just an itsy bitsy reflection of the incredible love we will have for each other in heaven.