There are two times every year in my children's lives where even though it's a happy occasion, I can't help but to feel a little sad. One is their birthdays and the other is the first/last day of school. Am I crazy? Last Sunday we celebrated my son's birthday. He turned 10 and is the coolest, most awesome 4th grader I know. Okay I know I'm his mom and all but he also rocks my world. We had a great day with grandpa, got Packer stuff and a new golf bag for his clubs. The best part was telling him we were going to a Packer/Viking game in September...his chance to see Brett Farve in action other than our basement big screen. The look on his face was priceless. And then it hit. Wow, he's ten years old. 3 more years and he'll be a teenager...8 more years and he'll leave home for college. Time just goes so fast. I don't think I realize it until birthdays and those school days come up. I know I'm a little more wierd about this than most which is why I don't say much about it. I know I can't stop time but I just wish it would last a little longer. He's growing into a great person...very athletic, smart, kind, spiritual. I am proud of him. Just when I finally get used to the idea of him being 10, 11 will roll around! Sheesh, will I ever be normal?!?!