Dear Son,When you turned six last summer, you got a police officer’s uniform and wore it everywhere. You told me you want to be a real police officer when you grow up so that you can catch bad guys. But, I didn’t want you to spend your days experiencingRead More
When you’re 6, sitting still during Mass is so hard.At Sunday Mass our little boy was looking every which way, smiling at the people behind us, dropping things on the floor, wiggling and wriggling and craning his neck to see everything he could—in every direction.“There’s a baby crying, Mama. WayRead More