I wondered what would trip my tears on the way out the door. Would it be the girls’ fireplace? The wood floors? My beloved, beloved kitchen? Surprisingly, it was the light switch in the girls’ bedroom. I bought this heavy, ceramic light switch when Sara was an infant, and it wasn’t until we were carrying out the last load that I realized I hadn’t taken it with us. Then it hit me: the girls aren’t babies anymore, and probably don’t want it. I leaned over, lost my breath, and wept until I had no tears left…wiped off my face, and said “enough”. It was time to go, and accept that some chapters in our family life are over. Goodnight baby girls, Goodnight light switch…