Suddenly, my children are old. My daughter puts herself to sleep every night with a couple of books, gets up in the morning by herself, picks out her own clothes, brushes her own hair and dashes out the door with no problem. My son doesn't nurse anymore, plays on the computer by himself "Mommy, you can go away now" and keeps himself entertained with his castle and figurines.
It happens all of a sudden, you turn around, and your little girl is not a little girl anymore. Your baby isn't a baby.
I think if I wasn't almost 25 weeks pregnant with another bug, I'd be a lot more sentimental and misty about it. But it all feels like part of this fabulous process for me. I'm really loving this stage of my life.