Every morning, when I foggily head from my bedroom to the kitchen for my first cup of coffee, I see, lying in a tidy heap at the foot of the stairs, her black backpack and navy-stripe gym bag. My heart warms every time. Seeing her things gathered there as she’s ready to launch into her day takes me back to the thousands of bygone days when my daughters left their backpacks by the door, ready to grab for school.Read more on NewsOK.com