Did my parents wait up for me when I was 18? I don't remember, but I think they must have.
Back then all I thought about was the moment I was in.
The places I wanted to go.
The friends I would go with.
What fun it would be.
I know that's what she's doing now. It's nearing time for her to chart her own way in the world.
I just want that 5-year-old to climb up onto my lap with a bed time story to read. There's a black and white photo of her that reminds me of that age around here somewhere...
Shot with 40D & 50mm at f4, 1/15th, iso 400, using a single 430EX as the porch light shining through the sunrise window of the front door.