The love of my will have been gone to heaven almost 3 years ago. I am still amazed about the presence of his soul in my life.

Two days after Christmas, I was standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast. My 3 year old grandson came in to me and said "good morning gramma buttons" (that's what he calls me.) I said good morning baby, are you awake and having a good morning? He said yep. Gramma buttons, I was playing with my dogs. I said, you were? He said yep, Bailey and Shasta were playing in the back yard with me and we were running and they tried to kiss me gramma.

I stopped dead in my tracks and asked him, "what are your dogs names?" He said gramma, you know, it's Bailey and Shasta! I took a deep breath and said well how fun is that mister!

Now, understand. he was 4 months old when grandpa passed away. Our dogs are Bailey and Zoey.

Shasta was my husband's dog. Shasta died about 8 years ago and my grandson has never met him. I was heart filled with emotion that a 3 year old would choose a whole different name of his "other" dog. A few days later, I was in the garage straightening things out when a stainless steel bowl hit the ground. My grandson said wow gramma, what was that! I said Oh my goodness, that is was Shasta's water bowl baby, not even thinking of what he had said a few days prior...Then it hit me...Grandpa and his dog are here watching over and making sure his grandson, his pride and joy, does not forget him and maybe was introducing our grandboy to the dog.

How does a 3 year old know? Is it coincidence? I can only believe that babies know these things....

Thanks for letting me share, I welcome thoughts on this!