The house is quiet.  Cristina and Alysha are at college.  Noelle is at a sleepover.  She starts college next year.

I'm looking through some old photos.  There are so many of them.  Boxes and boxes.  My babies.  Little girls.  Little women.  All of whom are now taller than me.

I'm excited, anxious and worried for them as they make their way into the world.  Want them to be all that they can be.  All that they want to be.  And sometimes, like tonight, I wish they were 3, 6, and 7.  Running around and making a racket.