I was cleaning/organizing (truly mucking out) our bedroom yesterday. I have a little corner of it that holds my sewing machine and piles of other things that gravitate toward it. It gets quite out of control. I turned around and there was my tiny girl with a small collection of trains playing on my the bed. She smiled at me and said, "I playing trains." Then she went back to doing that. After a bit of cleaning I'd cleared one patch of floor. She decided it would be a great place to lay down. She found a pillow and then needed a blanket. Since I wasn't terribly accommodating she got her own blanket and a book. She spent the next 20 minutes or so reading books in a little rectangle of sunshine on the floor while I continued my tasks. That my friends was Heaven: to be close and to be occupied in good things.