What I miss most is being able to tell you everything. About how awful my day went, and about how incompetent I feel.  You walked with me into a new phase of life and I had hoped that you would always be there with your vast pool of experience, patience, honesty and common sense.  But now when things don't go as well, I find myself having to draw deep slow breaths, and to balance it all from the inside.  I guess this is a good thing because at some point, I'll have to figure things out for myself.  I just don't see a point of having to do it alone.  It would be nice to be able to celebrate the little victories with you.  Oh well.