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We’re at my parent’s house this weekend. Lately I’ve been doing a lot of reminiscing. Today I’ve been remembering that Sunday afternoon 5 years ago when I entered the world of parenthood. Yup, my little girl is growing up. She’s 5 now. We had a big party with some family tonight. She had such a fun time and totally wore herself out.

Tomorrow is “Christian Education Sunday” at my parents’ church. My dad is a school principal, and this is the day that they parade all of the teachers up in front of the church and introduce them. It’s a big Sunday for this little church. And, in a way, it’s a big Sunday for me. I grew up within the walls of that church/school, so the teachers there had a big impact on my younger years. So tomorrow I’ll be sitting there watching those teachers line up in front of me and get ready for another year of teaching kids. What heroes they are…I could never do it.

So, with all this reminiscing, I’ve realized that I’m just getting older. Seriously, it’s a Saturday night, and I’m sitting in my parents’ living room watching little league baseball while Dad eats boiled peanuts. Only old people sit at home watching TV and typing blog entries at 10:00 on a Saturday.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, “Everybody Loves Raymond” is coming on and I’ve got a craving for some of those peanuts.