I decided our kids were surely old enough to pack their own lunch, so I printed out a list of guidelines and stuck it to the side of the fridge.
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.
I hopped onto Amazon and started searching “vintage ’90s Crayola fashion model stencil,” ready to throw down my credit card in a heartbeat. I could already picture myself tracing those familiar models and drawing new outfits on them.