The girls and I are sitting on the bed in my room; Ella Bella is panting softly on the floor, which right now is half beautiful new wood laminate flooring and half concrete stained from decades of ugly carpet. We are watching Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2 while Steve cuts the grass. It is Sunday evening, the end of a really, really long and trying week and an amazing,fun weekend. It strikes me suddenly that there are only four weeks until school starts. Twenty-eight days from now, I’ll be urging the girls to go to bed early, crossing my fingers that they have what they need for that all important first day. There is a big part of me that is incapable of imagining how we’re going to get to that point – how will I find the time and the money to do all the things left to do before then? Buying school supplies, planning a short vacation to Savannah, spending a week in Memphis with my sister, and cramming in a zillion crafts, projects, and recipes all remain on our list to mark off before summer ends. I know though, that time is relentless and in twenty-eight short days, I’ll be here in this house, wondering how the time passed so quickly. And it won’t matter what’s been crossed off my list and what hasn’t been crossed. For some reason, tonight, that makes me a little sad. But, it’s hard to stay sad too long with these two little ones laughing and giggling!