What's Your Heaven?

I hope I don't offend anyone with this. I probably will, but I'm going to write it anyway. Ever since Ryan, at 3 1/2, asked me "Mama, what color is heaven?", heaven has been in the forefront of my mind. He was not pleased with my answer (all different colors), but he is pleased that I told him he could see dinosaurs in heaven but only if you want. His sister, Caitlin, will not be having dinosaurs in her heaven. Uh-uh, no way, nohow. See, to me, that is the wonder of heaven- it is different for everyone. Please don't ask me to quote what verse in the bible says this, it is simply what I believe. So Ryan's question got me to thinking, "what would my heaven be like?" And it dawned upon me in a burst of divine intervention (I'm sorry, I know I will offend someone with that, but it makes for more interesting reading), my heaven focuses a lot around LAUNDRY. But before you start thinking how shallow I am, hear me out. I hate laundry. Not because the actual task is that bad. It's really not. But because it takes away time from my family. It's a time sucker. Sorting, getting out stains, removing rocks or hairbows from pockets, folding & putting away- what a waste! At the end of dinner my belly is satisfied and I've enjoyed time sitting with my family. At the end of a load of laundry, there is just another pile freshly created. So if I'm very, very,very kind in this world, I hope in heaven there is no laundry; just empty laundry baskets. I think God would like me to spend more time just hanging out and less time doing busywork. And if I'm only mostly kind, then at least I hope everyone wears flip flops and there will be no more washing and sorting of socks. Hmmm... maybe that I should put "bare feet 24X7" on our list of retirement goals...