Our sons are seven years apart. We didn’t really plan it that way, it just took a long time to work up my nerve after Aaron’s first couple of years. He didn’t sleep. I mean it – I can’t count the number of days I went into work never having closed my eyes all night. Of course now he makes up for it. I’ve seen patients under anesthesia who weren’t as deeply asleep as Aaron is early in the morning.
But I digress. My sons are seven years apart. That means that even though Michael and I only have two children we will have a teenage boy in the house for fourteen nearly-consecutive years. We didn’t think about that back then. We also didn’t think about this week, when, within a span of 48 hours, we will have moved our eldest into his Freshman college dorm and started our youngest in Middle School. Yep, John will tread the halls of Middle School today, riding the wave of tweens and unpredictable hormones. God help us all.