Summer in a household with two teachers- always something to look forward to.  We tell the kids they can’t complain-ever.  Some children are in daycare.  Yes by the end of August we all need some space but right now there is a sense of euphoria.  Eight weeks stretching out before us.  I am somewhat anxious this summer, anxious to fill it up with family time.  Our summers as a fivesome are numbered.  Our oldest is nearly 16.  When will he say, “I’m not coming this summer Mom.”  I’ll cry.  Our summers have felt like a part of life that will never change, like waking up each morning and stretching, anticipating the day ahead.  Though I am seeing this with more realism now.  Perhaps I am growing up too (on the eve of my 40s!).  When we’re young don’t we think we’ll be young forever?  When we’re in the throes of the intense parenting years don’t we think we will be in them forever?  And then seemingly overnight we emerge, or begin too.  I still have my baby girl (9) but once we cease to be all together in this, it clearly won’t be the same.