My daughter is starting kindergarten next week and I keep getting this sinking feeling like the days of innocence and frivolity are fleeting. I don’t really have the energy to dive into the emotional roller coaster I’ve been experiencing over the last month. Maybe after we get into the school groove I’ll be brave enough to open up my heart and investigate why I’m so sad, proud, heartbroken, happy, devastated, relieved, terrified that my first born child is starting school. Right now I’m just trying to focus on these final few days I have her here at home.
So in the spirit of denial I’m firing up the grill for as long as I can. The summer isn’t over, the summer isn’t over, the summer isn’t over. How many times do I have to say it for it to be true?