7,776 hours from now I see her getting her toes painted, and her eyebrows perfected.
Some petal pink polish for her rosebud lips.
466,560 minutes from now I can see her slipping into the perfect dress, walking down a long aisle on her handsome dad's arm.
Dancing a first dance.
It just dawned on me that I have a mere 27,993,600 seconds left to find some kind of super duper strengthening material.
They just don't make umbilical cords like they used to....
The most devoted (who would ever want to leave her?) mother in the whole wide world holding the sweetest (don't go) little girl there ever was.
*In case you were wondering...This post right here, and others just like it, is the exact reason my sister Susan Marie refuses to read this blog.
So sweet! I am denying that my little ones will ever grow up. In the meantime, busy yourself with finding the perfect dress for you, too.
ReplyDeleteDear Pretty Betsy Brown: YOur won mother barely survived you and your sister...I know you will have alot of fun with your darling. I am so glad you will be with her and share all of these wonderful moments...Although I cried (AGAIN)at your words.. The picture just well, you know!!!I love your writing and I love you ....MOM
ReplyDeleteDear Pretty Betsy Brown: YOur mother barely survived you and your sister...I know you will have alot of fun with your darling. I am so glad you will be with her and share all of these wonderful moments...Although I cried (AGAIN)at your words.. The picture just well, you know!!!I love your writing and I love you ....MOM
ReplyDeleteThanks Jessi and Marmie...
ReplyDeleteI've already begun the search for the perfect dress for me. All I can say is "kill me now".