Once I Was Seven Years

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It’s hard to believe that eight years ago this gorgeous being was tucked away nicely in my belly. Or that I’m *old enough* to have a seven-year-old. Isn’t that me in the dress?


Ever my mini-me, Arianna. She’s growing so fast, isn’t she?

Things like her helping with dinner and the babies have made Greg and I realize we don’t have four babies on our hands anymore. We have a child who is closer to being a teenager than she is a baby.

She might be scared of all the learning to come in second grade, but we know that she’ll shoot for the moon and pass it right on by. Just like she has ever since she became the center of our worlds.

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