When a wise friend tells you to cherish every minute because time moves quickly, you brush their words aside because time seems endless.
When you ask your sweet child what he wants to do when he grows up and he answers that he wants to be a superhero, you gently laugh to yourself because you can't imagine a time when he will have to be something other than your little boy.
When you sit through band concerts, scout ceremonies, parent teacher conferences, volleyball games, birthday parties, and play dates, they seem like mere appointments on your calendar that you check off in a blur.
When your little one learns to walk, takes the bus to school, goes to sleep away camp, gets his driver's license, and graduates, you don't realize what is happening.
Then comes the day you were warned about.
That day that seemed like it could never, sometimes would never, come.
That day that is the culmination of every day that came before it.
Your sweet child leaves the nest.
And you realize that the days may seem long, but the years are very, very short.