On the Feast of the Assumption this past Saturday, my family was discussing heaven at the dinner table. My kids, specifically, were discussing what they would want to do in heaven. A few examples:

• “I would want to climb a tree sooo high, and then when I got to the top, I would jump into God’s palace.”

• “I would want to be in a house filled with books and just read.” (A child clearly after her father’s heart).

• “I would play in a baseball game, and St. Peter would be the cleanup hitter for my team.” (At this point, my 6-year-old son went into a long discussion of playing a team from hell and crushing them).

• “I would take a hike in the forest for miles and miles and miles.” (Okay, I admit, this was mine).