Road trip to heaven

This morning on the way to day care, Gracelin was unusually quiet.
Finally, after about 10 minutes of silence, I hear her sweet voice from
the backseat ask me:

Mommy, do you remember when I was in heaven, then I was born, and then
I was your baby?

My initial thought was "what a sweet girl I have". (have I mentioned
she's not quite 3 years old yet?) Then, the following conversation
ensued.

Mommy: of course I remember.

Gracelin: Did you come to get me from heaven?

Mommy: No sweetie. Heavenly Father chose me as your mommy, and he
brought you to me.

Gracelin: Oh. Can we go back and visit him? We could drive there,
right?

Mommy: We can't drive to heaven. But we can go back to live there
after we die if we are good people.

Gracelin: I want to go back Mommy. Will you come with me?

I could barely answer "yes" because she choked me up. I just don't
know what I did to deserve such a sweet little girl, who is wise beyond
her years.