Today is my son Daniel’s surgery day.

As a mother, my heart feels especially fragile right now. No matter how old your child gets, in moments like this they become that little boy again — the one you rocked to sleep, the one whose scraped knees you kissed, the one you would give anything to protect from pain and fear.

Hospitals have a way of stripping everything down. The beeping machines, the heavy silence, the long waiting, the uncertainty… they all feel louder than usual. But in the middle of it all, there’s also something sacred: whispered prayers, quiet tears, and a faith that refuses to let go.

Today, I’m placing my precious son completely in God’s hands. I’m praying for the surgeons — that their minds are sharp and their hands steady. I’m praying for peace in the operating room, for protection over every moment, and for Daniel to come through this surgery stronger, healed, and fully restored.

To every mother sitting in a hospital chair right now, carrying the weight of fear in her chest while trying to stay strong for her child… I see you. I’m sitting right there with you in spirit. May God wrap His arms around you, hold your breaking heart, and give you the strength only He can provide.

Today, we choose faith over fear. Today, we choose hope over despair. Today, we trust that the same God who carried us this far will carry us through.

Daniel, my sweet boy — Mommy is right here. I love you more than words can say. Keep fighting. We’re believing for miracles.