Last night my mom and I sat out on the porch for a while before bed. There was a young boy across in the street wearing rollerblades. He was going around and around and around the block. My mom counted that he went around 8 times. It could have been more. My mom commented that he was sure to sleep well. When we recounted the story to a friend today, my mom said that she and my dad had gone roller skating in their younger days. The weren’t particularly good, so they didn’t go very often. That was something I don’t think I have ever heard before. I wondered how many other stories my mom and dad have hidden away.

I Found God today learning something new about my mom.