“Do you love me, Mother?’’ Ighty asked, one night. “Of course, Son!’’ Mother answered. “How much do you love me?” he asked back. “One hundred, thousand, million, billion, trillion, quintillion…”said Mother, catching her breath. “How much is that, Mother? Is your love for me as many as the shapes as the shapes as I can draw?”
“More than those!” Mother replied. Ighty, very tired now, asked, “Why do you always say, ‘More than those’?” Mother answered, “Ighty, I love you so much that only Jesus can count my love for you!” “When I go to heaven, Mother, I will ask Jesus to count your love for me,” said Ighty smiling. Misty-eyed, Mother hugged and kissed him good night.