Happy Ecstatic Fri! From my earliest memories until her death, my mother told me that my birth was an answer to her prayers. Having lost a newborn son too weak to live before me, she prayed incessantly for a strong baby girl.
All snickering aside about being careful what you pray for, I've been thinking lately how we would all behave differently if we realized that at even our most imperfect moments, we are still the most perfect divine answer to another's prayer --- be it the prayers of our mother, grandparents, partner, children or friends. Somewhere along the way, someone prayed for a miracle and were given wonderful YOU! Namaste!