It struck me the other day how much I’m going to miss when I move out.  Micah was in his room down the hall, just jamming on his guitar and my windows were open, a nice breeze flowing over me.  I was at peace and enjoying life, enjoying a rare moment in time when all is right with the world.  The simplicity of my joy was refreshing and I took a deep breath and prayed that it wouldn’t be forgotten.  The moment was tainted with sadness when I realized that these specific pieces of my life that bring me such pleasure will soon be gone.  Of course, they will be traded in for different aspects that will probably give me as much joy if not more.  But I will definitely miss this life too.