Details lodged in my mind

I hear a voice. Yet it is unborn. He makes a request for ice cream – no particular flavor. But how could that be since he resides inside his mother’s belly. I close my eyes to see a figure of a boy. He smiles at me and we play with what looks like hockey sticks. I have always wondered how an unborn child can speak to someone who is on the outside when he is on the inside. The next day Kolin’s mother, Latosha, asked for ice cream. Tonight I will thank my Heavenly Father for this little boy now eleven years old. Last night he smiled at me as he requested to use my phone to set the alarm for school. Just like he does every night since he misplaced his cell phone. I still love it when he says “grandma do you have or can I use your…?”