Yesterday we went on our yearly trip to see Santa and although it was lovely, it felt a little like something was missing. That wonder and excitement of walking through the lights and looking at the elves working wasn't how I remembered it from previous years. When we talked about it later #1 said "we don't have to go every year" and I think he's right. It's a sad part of growing up.
The nice thing is that there is still magic and wonder but it comes in different forms these days. Amazing books (Narnia, Harry Potter and Alice and Wonderland recently) and movies that we can experience together and all of us enjoy. Games that we couldn't dream of playing with them when they were little. Life is good.