Dear God...

I can't wait to meet and see you. I want to put a face to all the funny things you do. I also wouldn't mind seeing a video of you watching me do something stupid over and over again. Do you like, crack up? I would.

Sometimes I wish you lived in my house, because some days I just want to come home and crawl into your arms. This whole "you're here but not really here" thing just seems distorted sometimes. Am I supposed to imagine I'm in your arms? Umm, freaky.
And then there are days when I just want to high-five you, like on those days when your special angel Karma hits someone really hard. I just want to sit with you and drink Cokes while we go "Yea! In the face!," like in Coming to America. Remember that? Wait, you have seen Coming to America, right? By the way, when is Angel Karma's birthday? I want to get her a present.

Do you sometimes just want to grab us by the collar and just spank us really hard on the bum? Do you sometimes roll your eyes when my so-called "lightbulb moments" don't even make sense? Do you ever go, "umm, sweetie, I am much much much more creative than that?"

Oh, and when you come (at the end of it all), how are we going to do the hug and cry thing? You know, the "oh my goodness I can't believe you found me worthy of being in your everlasting peace, I'm so happy to be here (another Coming to America reference, I really hope you've seen that movie)" hug and cry? And, how much time do we get for the hug and cry? I don't think I'll need that much time, but man, as hard as life gets sometimes, I just might need like a week to hug and cry.

Thanks for everything. You're the only one who really gets me.

Love,
Pearls and Peeptoes (don't call me that in heaven)