I am pressed for time. It has been two days now since it happened. If I am not going to write it now, I might miss out the details.
There was no videocam that could have recorded that moment. All I have is that precious 30 seconds in my mind and in my heart.
Pardon me, but I just needed to write it. I just had to write it, to preserve that memory.
Tuesday night, my son prayed for me. His exact words were:
"Thank You. Pray for Mama, that she will drive safely all the time. That she will not get tired doing many things. Pray that when Mama gets sick, Papa, Liam and Sam will take care of her. That she will not get angry with us. Your turn Mama."
I felt like crying as I listened to the prayer of my son, as he was praying for me. I can't find the exact words that can describe how I felt at that moment. Hubby was there beside us to witness and hear everything.
He ended with: "I love you thousand times, mama. That is bigger than one hundred!" :-)
Oh God, I love my son! (sniff, sniff!)
Now, that feels good :)
