I left the house in summer attire. Tank top. Flip flops. Sunglasses. And, headed out into the warm, balmy morning air for our local football jamboree. Upon arriving, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the skinny little legs poking out from under the mountainous shoulder attire. Hard to believe the fall sports season has arrived once again. Our previous week was spent at daily swimming lessons and anticipating the arrival of teacher placement letters. While my eldest and the baby couldn’t be more thrilled for the school year to get underway, the 10-year old won’t discuss it. Would barely look at his teacher placement letter when he finally had it in hand. It seems that if you don’t acknowledge the start of school in any way, don’t look at the letter telling you who your teacher is, even if it’s the teacher you were hoping for, then perhaps it won’t ever begin and summer will go on forever.