He sits in front of me:
I can see his little jacket and black hair.
He stands on the bench and flips the Misal pages. He gives his mum the printed version of the Creed at the right time.
He is quite and well behaved.
He kneels with his mum and hugs her spontaneously.
Almost at the end comes my favourite part:
He holds hands with his mum and dad and they all pray the Our Father.
When I watch them pray I feel so much joy, so much happiness that sometimes I want to cry.
Today I learned their names, and today I prayed for them.