Today during church Little Guy climbed on my lap. "I feel strange," he said.
"What do you mean?" I countered.
"I feel like I don't exist," my six year old said.
"Well," I said, "That must be a scary feeling."
"It is," Little Guy replied.
"I'm pretty sure you do exist," I said, "Because I feel you and I love you. And because from the very beginning of time, God knew His creation wouldn't be complete if you weren't part of it."
Little Guy snuggled closer. And we went back to paying attention to the Easter service.