I’m not very sentimental. I think I used to be—I think. Seems like a million years ago. Perhaps the sheer volume of life’s activity has sucked the sentimentality out of me. I think I lost that oozy-goozey-fuzzy-wuzzy feeling when our second daughter was in elementary school. Baby books are filled out completely, but somewhere around Emily’s fourth grade year—WHAM! Oozy-goozey …