The Three Ave sms
It is 6 p.m. I come home from work after picking up the children from the nanny. Let's go for the baths, the meal to prepare, while telling myself that I have not prepared my class for tomorrow… obviously the boys do not obey. I get angry. No way to calm me down, everything exasperates me.
I then send an SMS to my husband by simply putting: “3 Ave please! ".
Already, the pressure is falling: I am no longer alone in this galley! Someone is praying for me!
Three Hail Marys are short to say. Even in his job, I know my husband will pray to them.