If you had told me three weeks ago that I’d be a Catechist — a Catholic Sunday school teacher — I would have never believed you. My husband didn’t even believe me … and accused me of being high on cold medication.
Our son and our daughter had been obsessed with the idea of getting these shoes called Heelys. Sneakers with wheels in the bottom? Sure, what could go wrong?
The last bit of golden sunlight glows on his cheeks as he climbs the funhouse stairs and makes his way across the rope bridge. I tell myself to memorize the way he looks right now, the pure happiness shining on his face.