You woke up this morning and announced, "I'm seven and I want to go to the art museum!"
And just like that, we were off.
The truth is, it's been a hard week. With Grandpa Mike's unexpected passing two days ago, it's been challenging to get into the spirit of celebrating.
But that's the amazing thing about you...in all of your wonder with the present moment, you remind us of what it means to live. You teach us that life is for the living and that really, when you stop and breathe it all in, there is so much to be grateful for.
And so, here you are forging your own path...
And, opening your presents...at the top of your list, wise old owls and books.
And finally, getting ready to blow out your birthday candle.
As I write this, I still can't believe that you've turned seven years old and that in the fall, you'll be starting second grade, and that already, you're an amazing reader, writer, artist, re-purposer of all things that get into your hands, an incredible big and little sister, a kind friend, a beautiful singer and dancer, and a lover of every bird that God ever created.
Thank you for being my not-so little girl. Thank you for letting me braid your hair every morning and for praying with me every night. Thank you for liking dresses and roller coasters. Thank you for reminding me when I'm afraid that all of us can do whatever we want, if we just decide that we're worth it. Thank you for loving princesses and dirt and for knowing that sometimes it's okay to slug your brother and to apologize later. Thank you for laughing and smiling and getting caught up in the little things. Thank you for being slow and intentional.
Most of all, thank you for sharing your life with me and with the world. We are all so much better for having you here.
The happiest of birthdays, Kate. May your seventh year be more blessed than you can possibly imagine.