The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough. Rabindranath Tagore I was asked by someone very special if I could remember when my kids were little. My answer had a lot to do with why I still insist on family vacations even though my children live on their own. I answered that I remember moments. I remember the feeling of first holding my daughter in my arms and trying to wrap my head around the word mom. She studied me wide-eyed as if she was saying, so you’re the one I’ve been listening to all these months.  I remember when my son would give me kisses by planting his toothless…