Today, a friend of mine wrote a public “I miss you” post to his college-age son and daughter on Facebook.

In it, he said, “I miss the little versions of you that used to live with us.”


I’m in the little version time right now and I’m surprised that sometimes I miss them even when they’re right in front of me.

My girls make me laugh and smile and roll my eyes. They keep me on my toes and they exhaust me. Sometimes my heart feels like it can’t hold any more. Nope. Not one more inch of space. And then, tomorrow comes and my heart is bigger than it was yesterday.

Right now I’m at my daughter’s weekly guitar lesson and my little one is passed out on my chest.


Is it possible to miss them even though they’re still living with me?