Tonight, I’m writing with a heart that feels heavier than I can carry.
My little son — my baby, my joy, my whole world — needs to undergo a delicate surgery on his head, and the fear inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. 😭💔

As a parent, you wish you could trade places…
take the pain, take the risk, take every needle and stitch for them.
But all I can do is hold his tiny hand, whisper that everything will be okay, and place the rest in God’s hands.

So I’m reaching out and asking for something deeply precious:
your prayers. 🙏🏻❤️

Please pray that God guides every doctor and every nurse with steady hands and clear minds.
Pray that the surgery is successful, that the healing is gentle, and that no complications come near him.
Pray that his little body stays strong, that his spirit stays peaceful, and that he wakes up wrapped in comfort and protection.

Your prayers mean more to us than words can explain.
In moments like these, community, faith, and love become lifelines — and knowing others are praying gives us strength we didn’t know we had.

Thank you for standing with us.
Thank you for whispering his name to God.

Please keep my little boy in your heart tonight. 💛✨