Someone made a surprising observation the other day. Now that Andrew is nine (almost ten really), we've already passed the halfway point of the time he'll likely be living at home. We have less time together ahead of us than behind us.

This made me a little sad, really. It was a big wake-up call that we need to really spend more time together as a family during these next few years. It's even more important given that he's less likely to want to hang out with his parents as a teenager.

I guess I better think of something fun to do together for tomorrow...