I feel it. You are not alone little ones. The days are bright, warm and full of promise as you pull on your school uniforms, and step inside. You are done with it, as am I. We hold our breath and wait for summer vacation to begin. I miss you while you are away from me at school and long for summertime adventures, no schedules, swimming, gardening, picnics and the ability to be spontaneous once again. Be patient boys we are almost there.