In a small chapel just off the highway where old, slanted chandeliers hung between ceiling fans that have lost their blades, we knelt before the Blessed Sacrament in prayer and adoration.

Holding my hand and resting his arms across the pew in front, Eli lightly touched his cheeks to my hand and looked, ever so gently in my eyes.

In an instant, his love penetrated to the depths and untouched corners of my heart.

I fell in love with Eli, much deeper than the minute before when I thought I could never love someone more than I loved him at that moment. Day after day, I just keep falling for him and loving him more and more.

Looking up to Jesus I said, “Oh my God. I do not deserve this man who is kneeling beside me, holding my hand and looking at me with such loving eyes. I have done so much wrong in my short life. How can I ever be good enough for this beautiful person beside me? And how can I thank you?”

In that old discrete chapel, I felt renewed in Christ and the closest to Eli.

It was truly one of the most intimate moments I’ve shared with Eli and Jesus.

“Where one alone would be overcome, two will put up resistance; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.” – Ecclesiastes 4:12

It was Beautiful.