You know what I'm talking about. That warm, fuzzy feeling we have when we think about fond memories in our past. I love that feeling, don't you? It's mostly a comforting, happy emotion but it comes with a tinge of sadness, too. Because whatever we're remembering is something that is lost in some way.
But I digress.
I've been feeling very nostalgic. The feeling was brought on by skyping with my younger daughter earlier this week. As I was speaking to her while she sat in her dorm room, hearing about her plans, her new apartment, the future, I kept picturing her like this:
As a five year old.
It made me smile. And it tugged at my heartstrings.
The power of nostalgia. So bittersweet.