for the last couple of weeks braxton has been asking me alot of questions about angels and heaven.
i hadn't thought anything of it,
i just thought he had a primary lesson on it.
on sunday as i was making his sandwich and he was sitting up chatting away to me
(as he does - bras is my chatter)
he said "mum you know why i have learnt to ride my bike without training wheels?"
m: "why bracky?"
b: "my angels have been helping me"
m: "oh really, are they boy angels or girl angels?"
b: "they are boy angels"
m: "do you know who you angels are?"
b: "no but they have died"
b: "they also come and play with me at school"
b: "and when you were in adelaide mum, one of the angels came and stood next to daddy and spoke to daddy and then he went back up to heaven."
i told him how special it was that he can see angels and that he's allowed to talk to them if he ever wanted.
i was tearing it up by this point.
he didn't need any prompting when he was telling me all this,
he spoke as if they were apart of his every day life.
i would like to think that his angels are his uncle and papa.
two people he has never met in this life.
i love picturing his uncle and his papa standing on either side of him being his guardian,
protecting him and keeping him safe.
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