One day…

…she won’t want to hold my hand when we cross the street. one day she’ll roll her eyes. one day I’ll walk into her room and it will be empty. one day she’ll be a bride. One day she’ll kiss someone else before bed. One day is coming. I just hope not too soon.
creamy black and white courtesy mr leica and a roll of kodak bw400cn, mushy post courtesy of toy story 3, do not see it without a box of tissues.