Summer Is Over

We have only had four days over ninety degrees and my family have not gone on our vacation yet and I feel as if summer is over.  Today we got Carter’s back to school information for her first year in Upper School.   Where has break gone, or really where have the years gone?  I feel like it was just yesterday that Carter was going to DA for Pre-K and now she is in ninth grade.

Rather than packing for our trip to Maine I am pouring over letters from division heads, athletic directors, looking at class schedules and advisory lists.  I think I can physically feel high school flying by just as I wink my eye.

Wasn’t I just in high school?  In the morning we are going to visit my great friend Warren, whom I met in high school.  That was like 38 years ago, maybe three blinks of an eye.  Now I have a child who is friends with him who is almost my age when we met.

Today was also the last day for me to work out with my beloved trainer Tom Stafford.  I have followed Tom through three different gyms in the last ten years.  Tom has endured me as a client and has never made me dread working out because he uses humor and fun in all that we do.  Tom is moving to Florida because his wife’s job is transferring them there.  If I had not seen him go from no kids to two who are almost nine and seven I might say we had only been working out together a couple years.  I closed my eyes and opened them and a decade was gone, and sadly for me so will Tom.

Time is such a funny thing.  The time between lunch and dinner can feel like forever, but between age 32 and 52 like no time at all.  I hate the feeling that summer is over even though technically I have four and a half weeks until school starts.  I just know that I have so much to do and don’t have time to blink.