There’s a seven year old in the house.

She reads.
She tells jokes.
She swims to the bottom of the pool.

She’s obsessed with finding games in the App Store (Hotel Story! Pet Story! Cooking Dash! Bakery Story! Donut Maker! Pancake Maker! Pretzel Maker!)
This week, she wants to be a beach volleyball player.

The older she gets, the more she amazes me. Second grade is going to bring so much fun for her- I can hardly wait for her to get started.

Happy, Happy Birthday my sweet girl!