I was a momarazzi. Thank God.
I’m treasuring the videos I have of him.
As his perfect soul was leaving us in the hospital I was on my knees and then flat on my face pleading with God for a miracle, for mercy.
I didn’t feel like God was listening. I never felt like He heard our prayers. Even now, I ask Him to ease the pain and it is somehow worse each moment than the moment before.
But I just came across this video.
My Tanner.
Praying.
Praying for the meal. Praying for each of the dogs. Praying for monster trucks and Power Rangers. Praying for the cast of Full House.
And praying for his mama.
I know God hears and loves the innocent prayers of my precious baby.
I know He hears mine too.
