Well. I’m sad to be finished with Harry Potter, number 6. Already read it twice. I have all kinds of theories about how it will all end. But I guess that we will just have to wait and see. At least we can look forward to the movie of number 4 that is coming out in the fall. I saw a trailer for it the other day when we went to see “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” and it looked very exciting. My second son and the actor who plays Harry look very much alike, bone structure-wise, and so I’m always interested to see what he looks like as he ages with each movie. It has been occurring to me lately, a little more than usual, that my boys are growing up and will continue to grow up, until, Lord willing, they all tower over me. These realizations have been coming as little jolts lately….like the other day, when one of the mothers at my oldest son’s camp told me that her son thought I was pretty. “Ack!”, I thought to myself, “….my boys are going to think that girls are pretty, my boys are going to have crushes on girls. Ack. Ack. Ack.” It is not that I’m slow on the uptake….I know that they are going to grow up and I’m doing all that I can to make sure that they are good men someday. But there are those days when the future snaps into a little sharper focus — and that has been happening to me a lot lately.