Today is the first day of Maeve's summer vacation. She is no longer a first grader. Someday I'll read these words and wonder if her kids understand what a cool 6-year-old she was. I'll show them this picture, taken during yesterday's field trip to an amusement park and probably join in as they make fun of her. I will get a little mad at the fact that I was unable to shackle my children to their youth. I might hum an Elvis song.