You don't always know when you're doing a thing for the last time. Like sledding with the kids. Or singing them to sleep. Or breastfeeding.
We haven't used the flexible flyers in three years. I love them. They are awesome sleds. But Emma doesn't go sledding any more, and Sam goes on his own with his friends. I'm sad to say goodbye to the sledding era, but my nieces will get good use out of them. They were gifts from my parents, so it is fitting that the next set of grandkids should have the use of them.
Sometimes you do know when it's the last time. Like the last high school musical before your daughter goes off to college. That was today.
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