Today is a bittersweet day.
Tomorrow we will pack up our car with a thousand belongings and drive our oldest back to college. Today will seem like any other day, except for it is the last day things will feel like normal. Normal, but in the back of our minds, we know things are changing again. The little girl who used to give us butterfly kisses and giggled the biggest belly laughs we ever heard has another foot out the door of our home.
Today I escaped down memory lane.
I woke up early and sat in the quiet. I looked through her photos and shut my eyes really tight. I tried to hear the laugh, the little girl munchkin voice, feel the flutter of the butterflies on my eyelashes. I saw her wide eyes as I held her in the hospital for the first time. Her determination to walk down the stairs before she could walk on the floor. I saw her walk across the stage towards her kindergarten diploma. Her sweet sixteenth. Her first time driving the car alone.
The worry, the tears, the joy. A whirlwind of memories. Kaleidoscopes of days gone by. Blurry days, technicolor days. Yesterdays.