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.