Brendan J. O'Brien | Jan. 1, 2013 | Notre Dame Magazine
Dad looks over one shoulder, then the other.
My mother is around somewhere, perhaps down the hall talking to friends or maybe in the kitchen putting appetizers on a small plate. She will be back soon. My father’s eyes, assuring and eager, suggest that if I follow him it will be worth it.
I take his hand. And I walk toward a lifelong love affair with Notre Dame.