I always get a little nostalgic this time of year. It's the last week of school for the kids. I am excited to have more time to spend with them, but it also means they will move up a grade next year and are getting older. It means I am getting older. It means they are less likely to allow me to hug them in public, clean the dirt from their faces with my spit, skip down the sidewalk with me when people are around and other getting older type of things.

I am going to have to make the most of what is left of the younger kid phase of their lives and do things that in a year or two will completely embarrass them. I vow to spend the summer: singing Lady Gaga at stoplights with the windows down when they are in the car, bowling gutter balls and still cheering for myself, pulling their pants up so their butt crack doesn't show, telling them I love them in front of their friends and making them show me their wet toothbrushes as proof they brushed their teeth.

This is going to be a fun summer.

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