But the other night I thought I had one-upped her to the ultimate degree.
“I love you past the Universe,” I told her. “And past Forever.”
“I love you past HEAVEN. And EVERYTHING,” she told me. Case closed.
I know that as years go by a lot of our memories will turn as mushy as the infamous sidewalk chalk she once put in the blender. Still, I hope Ian and I will always remember how hilarious, sweet, strong-willed and very unique our girl was when she was 4 years old.
I love her past Florida. Past Japanda. Past Forever. Past Heaven.