Summer is nearly over. As I watch the days pass, I am reminded how soon my daughter must return to college. Twenty one days and then I don't see her again till Christmas.
She's excited, ready to go.
I'm dreading it, trying to find a way to slow down time; trying to squeeze in every minute I can, building more memories.
She will go and I will find a way to stay in touch. E-cards are wonderful ways to reach out and touch her. We will talk two, three times a week.
I will miss the laughter and the touches, the long talks about writing, but it won't be forever.
In the meantime, I have a son who's still at home. He brings laughter, joy and boyness to me. I've learned about mountain biking, skateboarding and drumming; I've heard -- and learned to like -- music I never thought to hear. He lives in a special world that only teenage boys inhabit, and I feel priviledged to be able to share it.
My life is rich. I guess when all is said and done, the thing to do is grab each moment as it comes and cherish it.
