“Mom! LOOK!”Ethan nearly knocked over his drink as he pointed toward the enormous screen above the field.
Our 10-year-old son’s final wish was simple: one real football game with Mom and Dad.
I looked up.
There we were.
My husband, Chris, sat on one side of Ethan while I sat on the other. Ethan was between us in his blue team jersey, grinning so widely that, for one wonderful second, he looked like any other 10-year-old boy in the stadium.
I waved.
Chris raised both hands.
Ethan shouted, “WE’RE FAMOUS!”
People nearby laughed and waved toward the camera.
I’d already taken more photos that afternoon than I could count, but I reached for my phone again.
Then the stadium announcer spoke.
“Ethan, we’re very happy you’re here with us today.”
My son stopped bouncing.
His face filled the giant screen.
The announcer continued, “But there’s something you don’t know about this trip.”
