At a glance

I will miss the days of tree forts and snow days, with their wild abandon and short tempers.  The small cocoon of backyards and carseats.
I will miss the days of schoolyards and ringing bells, with their tidy jumpers and studious earnestness, intently watching the unfolding of big new world.
I will miss the highschool bliss of endless car rides and music and fast friends.  So confident in our place at the center of the universe, fervently building a staircase to some unknowable future.
I will miss the days of semesters and exams, of manic parties and the first blush of freedom.  Of up all night conversations and epic heartbreaks.  The days of passion.
I will miss the true freedom of apartments and paychecks.  Realizing you're not the center of the universe and being liberated from that weight, only to assume the crushing weight of Possibility.
I will miss the unexpected blossom of Possibility in two rings, tiny hands, first words, and shaky steps.  In new houses and new jobs.  In feeling like you have it all.

I will miss these things, but softly, shortly, and without too much regret.  Who I am today could not survive those times again.  Who I will be tomorrow has new adventures to undertake.