Somehow that's a really big milestone to me. I remember so much starting at age seven. Sure, I remember snippets of those years when I was six and five and even four and maybe three...but at age seven the memories get sharper and more frequent.
Chickie is seven, and she's becoming less of a little girl and more of a big girl. It's both sweet and scary, my first baby growing up.
At age seven, Chickie loves...
Chickie and her new microscope from Uncle Becki and Uncle Donal
...pink and other pretty colors.
...her new camera from Uncle Sean.
I downloaded photos to the computer the other day. In her first 19 days of camera ownership, she took over 500 pictures.
Mommy is SO happy about this! In this photo, she's reading to her great-grandma Kitty.
...riding her bike.
...drawing and using her imagination.
Click to read the whole thing. It's worth it.
...tying her shoes.
Well, okay, she doesn't really LOVE tying her shoes, but she's sure gotten good at it quickly.
And what do I love? I love my girl.
From the tips of her short toes to the top of her tender little scalp. From one marker-stained hand to the other. From her sparkling hazel eyes to her gap-toothed mouth to her long, skinny legs.
Boy, do I love that seven-year-old girl.