7 is still wanting to play with dolls and stuffies. 7 is a little scared still at the movies sometimes. And 7 is snuggly early in the morning and at the end of a long day.
But 7 is also so big.
7 is reading chapter books by the boxful. 7 is helping with everything around the house. 7 is climbing so high in trees, running so fast on the soccer field, and inching up taller, taller, taller, to just below my shoulders. 7 is best friends, monkey bars, bike riding, piano playing, chess winning, skirt twirling, orange peeling, bus riding, dreaming big big BIG.
No teeth. Adult teeth. A freckle here and there. Sunshine in your eyes and smile, shaggy bangs, tangles, braids. Stocking feet and sneakers.
No teeth. Adult teeth. A freckle here and there. Sunshine in your eyes and smile, shaggy bangs, tangles, braids. Stocking feet and sneakers.
7 is a ladybug; sweet and mighty, the brightest little bug you've ever seen.
7 is everything.
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