Our Gracie was 7 over the weekend.
Apparently 7 is VERY exciting - so exciting that you wake your parents at 4am, and when they refuse to stir, you sing "Happy Birthday Self" over and over and over....until they do.
Makes for a long day for a newly minted 7 year old (and her parents).
She was as equally thrilled with her balloons as with her books, Lego and new desk (it had been hidden in the shed while the Doc painted it for the last week -at one stage we told her it was a goat and she still didn't peek).
She was super thrilled with the pool party and the Zappo the alien cake.
And who wouldn't be? - 20 friends and her brother and sister for an all-in splashing frenzy. I kind of wished I was in there too - but I was pacing looking for stray drowning kids (none - yay) and of course there is the small matter of bathers....not ready to go there yet this year.
7 is joyous and smiley.
It's growing and exploring.
It's hopeful and impatient.
It's a learning experience for all of us (all over again).
It's going to be fun.