The days of dandelions clutched in pudgy little hands, playing in mud puddles and begging for 'just one more story Momma' are long gone from my house. While those days were great, where we are now if terrific too! I get to hear about college experiences, dates and concerts.

I can't help but think of that song from Fiddler on the Roof..... Sun rise sun set. 'Where is that little girl I carried? where is that little boy at play? I don't remember growing older, when did they?.....'