Oh Sarah.
I can’t believe you’re seven years old already.
I took a photo of you this morning before you left for school. You’re looking a little bit serious in it (which is unlike you) but I think it’s because I had just shouted “SEVEN!” and you were a bit taken aback by the volume.
I’ve been walking around the house talking to myself this morning. Perhaps I’m going crazy. I keep muttering “seven, seven, seven” and “I can’t believe it was seven years ago!”
Last night I was remembering what it was like when your big sister turned seven. In my eyes she seemed like such a big girl at the time. SEVEN, I thought. That’s the big time! But you know what? You’re seven now too and you’re still my baby. I’m sorry to say that, but it’s true. I don’t think I treat you like a baby, but there is a special soft place in my heart for you because you are the youngest. You are my little girl, my only little girl. It’s just like there is a special spot in my heart for your sister, who’ll always be my big girl.
I love how you love to kiss and cuddle. If I had my druthers I could hug you all day. We fit well together, although your knees do have a tendency to poke me in the belly.
I love how artistic you are, your vivid imagination, and how you express yourself so creatively. You are smart and kind and generous. You are an amazing kid, and a good person.
I love you very much Sarah. I couldn’t imagine life without you. Our lives (and I think I speak for your dad too) are so much richer because you are here.
Happy birthday honey bunny.
p.s. I know I’ve posted this before, but here’s the earliest video we have of (what turned out to be) our little Sarah. ;)
