They've Moved Out

I remember those days when my kids would come home with backpacks full and stories to tell. Now they're all out of the house, each one starting their own lives. Today I found an old photo album, and as I flipped through it, tears welled up in my eyes. Seeing how small they were back then makes me miss those days so much. It's bittersweet because I'm happy for them, but a part of me just wanted to hold onto that moment forever.