[365 words] As we headed out the door of our house to load (or should I say cram) our daughter’s final bag of luggage into the car. I went back inside to make sure we had turned off all the lights. For whatever reason, l walked down the hallway to my daughters bedroom, opened the door and stepped inside. My emotions got the best of me at that very moment and tears began to stream down my face (as they are right now in rethinking that moment). I sat down on her bed and immediately a thousand precious memories began pouring into my heart and mind. I recalled having to cut short my Sunday morning Bible class to take my wife to the hospital and shortly thereafter seeing for the first time that precious seven-and-a-half pound baby girl. I saw her face looking our way as she sat atop a…