We hold hands and we take turns to pray.
Not every night because we don't get to see each other every day, but when we can, when we do see each other and get to give each other goodnight hugs and I get to get my favorite forehead kisses, we pray.
If the previous time he prayed then it's my turn next.
Last night was my turn.
When I'm really tired, sometimes I just forgot to pray.
He reminded, "Eh, let's pray!"
I looked at him and nodded.
He held my hand and there was quite a long silent. Yeah, I actually thought it was his turn, and he was waiting for me to start. Ohh so silly and laugh-able moment.
I prayed for his family, my family, his work, my work, our friends, our future and our relationship.
Nights like these, I'm very thankful for.
thank You, Jesus :)