i can't believe it. seven. weren't you just 15 months old? you had a toothy grin, chapped round cheeks and a wispy comb over. i was overwhelmed by the miracle of becoming your mother. i am overjoyed to be your mother.
favorites of being seven:
color: red
thing to do on a birthday: open presents
thing to do most days: hide in the fort you made in the closet to read & play
sports: gymnastics and ice skating
foods: croutons and jiao zi (dumplings)
place to travel: go to China
animals: hamsters, bunnies, dogs
princess: Sleeping Beauty
holiday: Christmas
song: "Savior He Can Move the Mountains...He is Mighty to Save"
you have:
lost 3 teeth and had one extracted
you want to be:
a doctor
you want:
4 kids
you think:
everything should end with a round-off, back handspring...including sentences and meals
