For days of scooters, skinned knees, and Band-aids — and the pride of wearing a bandage. For warm milk, fruit juice, and popsicles, melted and running down my face. For things strewn around the house — poetry books, broken crayons, handfuls of Cheerios, and wooden blocks. For hellos and goodbyes. For relentless flights to India and Hawaii. For beaches and sunsets and hikes in Maui. For putting frangipani blossoms in my little sister’s hair. For plastic cups and plastic silverware. For toothless grins — and toothless frowns. For silver moonlight, dark skies, twinkling stars, watching the clouds, and star-gazing at night. For days filled with love and laughter. For simple innocence. For being free.