The day was winding down, and the mess from the party had been cleaned up. I no longer had a 4-year-old, but a 5-year-old. Despite her obvious tiredness, my daughter was still beaming from the day's festivities.

I can only begin to imagine how I’ll feel when my girls are old enough to start school. For now, I am flooded with the thoughts of parents around me.

<p>Everyday from August to June, I see it drive by. Envy stirs within me and the longing for peace and quiet hit. Dreams of what life would be like if [&hellip;]</p>

<p>My daughter was born 4 years ago. Her first summer was spent rolling around on the floor as her mama cheered on Team USA in the London Olympics. She was [&hellip;]</p>