Summer is almost over.
I guess you get the point.
There are 3 major parts of summer.
The beginning, which everyone looks forward to and loves.
The second part which is July 4th.
And the end of summer, which if you’re in education begins promptly when the last firework falls from the sky.
When the sun rises on July 5th, it’s all over.
Time to get back in school.
No more summer for you. Come back one year (this would be a random Seinfeld reference… which means I’m really starting to date myself with the kids).
I love summer vacation, but like with so many good things in life, it comes and goes far too quickly.
I’m starting to think The Evil Spawn is sneaking up on her childhood July 4th.
She’s grown up so much in the last year (in sarcasm and height… and I have no idea where she gets either).
It’s quite evident she’s no longer a little girl.
She’s not quite an adult, but you can tell it won’t be long.
There’s less carrying around stuffed animals and more time talking on the phone.
She spends more time outside of the house than inside.
She talks less about today and more about the future.
She’s even taken it upon her self to become more responsible about her chores (I hope I just didn’t jinx this).
All too soon, her mom and I will be seeing her go.
These days, it’s on her bike. One day, it’s going to be in a car.
Eventually, it will be a plane.
In eight years, she will no longer be ours, but the world’s.
I’m looking forward to the next few years. The opportunity to watch her go through school is a special one, but I know from past experiences with other students, the time is going to fly.
Junior high goes fast. High school is a blur.
As a dad, you might think this would be hard on me.
All I can do is enjoy the days and weeks as they come.
I find a certain amount of peace in her telling me she doesn’t like boys, will never marry, and plans to live at home while she attends college.
I know it’s not true, but if she can have dreams, so can I.