Adjusting to Distance

In less than a hour I head off to the airport to pick up my eldest who has been away with a church group in India. Recently of age by legal standards, she has long been an adult by maturity standards. I miss this former child of mine who has so successfully been blossoming into one of the most attractive adults in my life. I need to get used to her being away. What is now the exception will soon be the rule. I'm sure we will always be able to pick up right where we leave off, as though time and distance were illusions that distill rather than erase the bonds of the past years together. I don't know who will have more adjusting to do, her or me.