Somewhere deep down I knew the day that each of my children were born that I was agreeing to love them unconditionally with full knowledge that they'd one day fly off into the world.

We always knew someday you'd be goin'. 
It comes as part of the package. It's always there lookin' back at you. 
It's not made easier with the knowin'. 
It didn't help me remember to count each day, count each crescent moon. 

How could it come so soon? 
How could you be grown? 
How could you be goin', ready to leave home, to start a life out on your own? 

I still can picture your tiny face. 
So alive and full of the moment. So clear on what was important, too. 
The fearless love of a child's embrace. 
You have so much still to teach me. Your growing up is so inopportune. 

How could it come so soon? 
How could you be grown? 
How could you be goin', ready to leave home, to start a life out on your own? 

My life, the world, is a better place with you in it. 
It's been such a miracle just to watch you grow. 
It's hard to let go. I guess it's natural to cling to it. 
But that's just not how miracles go. 
I should know. 

We know full well we'll see you again. 
And yet the feeling has caught me the child that leaves here will not return. 
A funny mixture of joy and pain. 
I celebrate your becoming. The butterfly must leave her cocoon. 

How could it come so soon? 
How could you be grown? 
How could you be goin', ready to leave home, to start a life out on your own? 

We always knew...