I just took all three of my kids for their annual physical and there's nothing like a plot on a growth chart to remind me of how fast they are growing. Time just keeps marching on, and at my urging, all those vegetable and fruits they consume are doing their job. They are growing. Sometimes it feels as if these days of their childhood are just slipping through my fingers, like grains of sand that I can't keep from finding their way through the cracks in my hands. My middle daughter is having a hard time. She's going to make it, I know she will. She's tough and she's loved - it's just the getting through it that's hard. Tonight she asked me to lay with her until she fell asleep and I found myself staring at her; all 46 inches of her curled up next to me, chest rising and falling in a deep fresh air induced sleep, skin bronzed and kissed by the sun. She was the picture of childhood and summer days. She even smelled like the sun and the pool and a fr