Our old church In the city was right across from Daley Plaza, so we'd walk through on the way back to our car. My kids (and MANY kids!) used the Picasso as a giant slide. On summer days, they's splash in the fountain — which was always bubbling after Easter, a sign that spring was near.

Moving to the 'burbs was the right thing for our family, but I have to admit, seeing this picture come up today, I felt a little ache for our old church — with a big, diverse congregation and an amazing gospel choir — for our old stomping grounds, and for these little boys, who (at 16 and 21) tower over me now.