Son: “Mom, did you know that God can write on stones?”
Mom: “Really? How is that possible?”
Son: “With lightening.”
Mom: “Holy Cow! Lightening?”
Son: “Yep. God can do anything, Mom, just like you!”
Well, my life is complete. In the span of one breath and thirty seconds, my son managed to liken me to God – not because I am, but because he thinks I am.
Like a balloon, I felt myself fill; expanding with breaths of pride, pleasure, delight.
