Take your daughter to Disney World solo — just you and her.

Eat a lot of candy. And your weight in ice cream. And mouse-head-shaped chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast each morning.

Hold hands every second you can. Cuddle her on your lap, though she’s getting far too big and heavy for that.

Climb the Swiss Family Treehouse. Fly on Dumbo The Elephant’s back. Put your arm around her and pull her close as you float along the dark shores of Pirates Of The Caribbean together.

Stay up far too late, way past bedtime. Watch the fireworks on Main Street and giggle to yourself when, mouth gaping in dumbfounded unison, you both mutter, “Wow…” in one voice to the sky.

See the magic of the world, of simply being alive, fresh again though her eyes. Remember what it’s like to be seven years old.

Wipe the tears away when her head is turned, so she doesn’t see you crying.