School has ended, and I am sad about it.

Best I can tell, I am sad there will be less learning in the summer. We will teach. It just won’t be in a such a structured environment.

I am sad our routine will change. There’s something very comfortable about a child going to school five days a week.

I am sad one-thirteenth of Simone’s education is over. Twelve more years seems like such a small number.

I am sad Simone’s going to day camp. How can she be old enough for day camp?

I am sad Simone is growing up. Proud but sad.