We brought our daughter Rose to college this week. I am so proud of her and excited, and well aware that she is in the perfect place for the next beautiful chapter of her life. I knew the drop off wouldn’t be easy, as we are a very close-knit family. What I didn’t anticipate was the flood of memory that would overtake me for the next few days. Yes, I miss the eighteen year old, but even more I miss the childhood. The sweet smile, blond curls, bare feet dancing across the kitchen floor… costumes… These days I feel a bit swamped with nostalgia. I am far from here, in another time. It’s very warm, love-filled, and a bit teary.
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I blame it on the summer whirl- that my latest Joy post-card contained a typo. It’s a small thing really: too many of the word “for”, when the word “to” was intended. As a poet, I am disconcerted. The lines don’t sound pleasing; the repetition is jarring- the blessing becomes much less somehow, and easily dismissed. And so, here it is as it is written in my book, 
