How is it that the days are long, but the years are short?
How is it that it seems like just yesterday that I followed the school bus on the first day of kindergarten, but now you drove yourself to your graduation?
How is it that I used to tuck you into bed at night, but now I am often asleep before you even get home?
How is it that I used to give you a weekly allowance, but now you are working two jobs to save up money for college?
How is it that you used to have to stand on a stool to brush your teeth, but now you tower over me at well above 6'?
How is it that I once knew where you were every second of the day, but now you stay in touch via text messages from time to time?
How is it that I loved you so much on the day you were born, but now love you more than I ever imagined possible?
How is it?