One day I found myself lamenting our approaching time apart out loud. I asked my girls, “What will the baby and I do when the two big sisters are gone to school?” My four-year-old reminded me, “At least my picture is on the wall and you can always look at that!”
It was a good summer. We swam miles in the lazy river at our local water park, burned holes in our grass from the constant use of the slip and slide, and drank gallons of homemade slushies. But with the new school year looming, I found myself mourning the long hours my first grader would spend away from home. Even my preschooler was counting down the days for her own fall activities to start.
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