Today is Elizabeth's last day of being 7. She turns 8 tomorrow.
It feels like I just brought her home from the hospital a few weeks ago. Actually, it's felt like that for the last several years - does that ever change? I would imagine not.
She was born on a very hot sunny day. She was mostly bald, except for some orange fuzz on her head. I couldn't believe that I actually had a baby with red hair! But mostly, I couldn't believe that I had a baby.
After 8 years - almost 3000 days - Elizabeth is still as sweet and nice and beautiful and kind and wonderful as she was the day she was born.
Happy Birthday Baby!
I love you.