Someday she's not going to want to sit with her Dad and watch Peter Pan.
Someday I won't be able to simply lean over and kiss her on the top of her head whenever I want...ten times a minute for two hours.
Someday she won't smell like Johnson & Johnson Bedtime Bath soap.
Someday piggies will look silly.
Someday there won't be magic wands left on the table.
Someday sitting on Dad's lap will be ridiculous.
Someday she'll be a lot further away than a soft voiced, "Zo...?" can reach.
But for now she sleeps fifteen feet away from me and I'll wrap my heart around every little detail.