Tomorrow Lizzie goes to college. Tonight she is still our little girl. Tonight she, like always, came in our room after we had gotten in our bed and started to play, jumping onto our bed, luring Anna and William in for acrobatic feats and wrestling, then got in our bed and snuggled, showed us funny videos on her phone (usually about cats or skiing), told us about her life, then started to play again. This time she stole our blankets and ran outside like a crazy girl and jumped on the trampoline wrapped in them and howled at the moon. Tonight it seems like my life should and will always have my girl coming in to talk and play and share. Tomorrow she will leave and although I am so excited for her, it is killing me knowing that tomorrow night some lucky roommate will receive the joy and blessing of Nighttime Lizzie. My heart is full of excitement for her and sorrow for myself. After tomorrow half of the birds in our nest will have flown away. Where did the years go? When did this happen?
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