seven

“Remember 7.”

That’s what she used to say when asked when her birthday was. And I was okay with her saying it forever, but somewhere down the line, she learned that her birthday was actually “November 7th.”

She started talking when she was about one and a half and has never stopped.

When she grows up, she wants to open an ice cream store, so she can give me free ice cream.

She used to call her forehead, her “Two head.”

Instead of saying, “I already did,” she used to say “I already’d.”

She loved shoes the moment she was born and continues to ask daily if she can wear high heels.

She went to her first Laker game when she was 2 weeks old and her first Vegas trip when she was 6 weeks old.

Once, when the offering plate was being passed around, she dug into her toy bag, found two pennies and asked if she could put them in the plate for her offering.

Last year, while hunting for Easter eggs, she found a real hard boiled egg and exclaimed, “Hey, this egg is fake! I can’t even open it!”

She is seven years old today and I don’t even know where the time has gone. But I know that I need it to slow down a bit so I can enjoy each moment. Happy birthday, my little Kidlet. Can’t wait for more adventures with you.

Photo by: Paul Schaefer

2 thoughts on “seven

  1. What a sweetie! She’s grown up since I first saw her picture a couple years ago, but is still just as adorable.

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