working on my ordinary time devotional....

...and this little memory did not make the cut. but instead of the editing room floor, it's ending up here instead....

The year I was in second grade, I got to attend St Anges, a catholic school. I loved my teacher so much that I told my Protestant pastor father that I wanted to be a nun, to which he gently replied, “I think you probably mean you want to be a teacher.” I loved the playground, with it’s neat painted squares for playing a bouncing game with the red rubber balls. And I really, really loved our school song, “When the Saints Go Marching In.” With the other kids, I sang it with the fervor of a school-spirit zealot.