“Lord, it is good that we are here. If you wish, I will make three tents here, one for you and one for Moses and one for Elijah.”
St. Peter to Jesus
The small house I remember on Kelly Lane had not moved or changed. Standing once more in its rooms, I kept pulling up old photographs on my phone and holding them out to our son. There we were—much younger, carrying an infant across the threshold, then a toddler learning to walk the same hallway that now seemed smaller. The windows let in the light at the same angle. The scuffed places on the baseboards had not been repaired. The rooms themselves appeared to have waited, patient and unchanged, while everything that gave them meaning had moved on.