It is the little noises that we get used to that I will miss. Hearing her come in from a date, hearing her knock around in the shower, hearing her bedroom door close or hearing her giggle. I realize that I only have "my little girl" for one more year. After that she will be a married woman with her own responsibilities. I'll still cherish the visits and the phone calls when she needs "mommy" (she only calls me that when she is sick or wants something.) I love that girl and I'm thankful that I was chosen to be her mom.