Yesterday was Gracie's 7th birthday. 7!!! For some reason, 7 hit me harder than the rest. Maybe it's because 7 seems less "little girl" and more "pre-teen." Whatever the reason it just seems weird. I remember when I was 7. Sarah and I were already planning our future weddings with the Dans, Davids and Brandons of our Barbie and Ken collections. I remember when I was her age, feeling like I was half grown.
I still don't let her go across the street by herself to play! I still see her as a baby! I know, I need to let her grow up....a little.
I'm excited that she will soon be growing up very close to the same town I spent my childhood. While she has loved living in each new place we move, I am excited that when she looks back on her childhood (half of which is already in the past) she will have the same happy memories of the very places that I loved when I was growing up. I remember my hometown and my childhood as a fairy tale, happy place. Kids could be kids and the bad guys lived somewhere else.
I can't wait for her to grow up with the children of my childhood friends. Kolleen and I are already planning playdates!
Anyway...a little off topic. So...Gracie is now 7. She has her own taste in music, clothes and boys (the latter gives me heartburn) she is growing up. I have to say, I'm pretty proud of the young lady she is growing in to.
