It was a picture-perfect evening by the campfire on one of Southern California's beautiful beaches. My precious three-year-old son Jake, and I were snuggled up under a blanket, watching the sun set over the ocean. The waves gently lapped the shore. A young couple walked past us hand in hand, obviously in love.I'll never forget what happened next. My little boy thought for a minute, turned his sweet little face toward me, and said, "Mommy, will you marry me when I grow up?" It was one of those moments that will be engraved on my heart forever.
I gently explained to him that mommies can't marry their sons. My heart ached as I watched tears well up in his big blue eyes and roll slowly down his kissable, chubby cheeks.
How I treasured that memory. In that "mommy moment," I realized the vast influence God had given me in my son's life. That night I got down on my knees and made a promise to God that I would use whatever time He gave me with my son to prepare him to become a man who knows how to love his wife.
