After clearing the dinner table and stowing the dishes in the dishwasher, I sat down in a living room chair across the room from my husband, who was reclining on the couch playing Guess Who (a board game of sorts) with our just-turned-eight-years-old daughter. They kept getting distracted and starting their games over again because her three-year-old brother repeatedly growled and lunged determinedly onto his dad’s back and legs or whatever other part of anatomy he could attack.At one point my husband—as he one-arm tackled that three-year-old blur while flipping game board pieces on the coffee table—grinned and muttered happily: “Extreme gaming.”
I, sitting in that chair watching them, laughed—and then whispered: God, is this a taste of what heaven will be like? Because I sure would like it to be like this.
Extreme gaming in heaven. What could be better?
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