I had a conversation with someone this weekend, and they mentioned the high school football game the night before. There was a football game, I said? And right then in that moment I realized how fast time goes. And it startled me. I thought of the four years that my son played on the high school varsity football team, and how much we looked foward to Friday nights! We loved going to those games, and watched a few of them in the rain, and didn't care! That led me to other thoughts about my children and family. The two years that my oldest son spent in Bulgaria serving a mission for our church. We loved Tuesdays because that was when we would hear from him! He was 19 years old and in a strange country 7,000 miles away. But I never worried about him . . . not once . . . I knew he was where he was supposed to be. I thought about my daughter, and her volleyball and basketball games and her bum knee! And how much fun we would have just laying on my bed talking. I remembered how worried I was when my children started middle school! That's when it seems I had to let go . . . just a little . . . and let them be who they were.