I walked into my daughter’s room to grab something. She wasn’t home. Afterall, she’s 18 and very busy.
I opened the door and glanced across the room. Something caught my eye. On her bed was a cookie container with a half eaten cookie in it.
My heart filled with joy and I smiled from the inside out as the essence of her childhood and everything about her filled the room. For a moment I stood there smiling to myself as I allowed random moments and memories of her childhood to fill my heart and play on the screen in my mind.
For all too soon, these days will be over. She’ll be out on her own. I’ll walk into that same room and it will be filled with ghosts of years past.
And I’ll long for the sight of half eaten cookies.
