All she wanted for her birthday were some notable beards and some Perler beads and she asked would it be ok if we had a picnic in the park with her best friend. She got all of her wishes. Her brother bought her the beards, Nana got the beads and we gave her the picnic and some hair clips, a dress and her own Maggie rabbit.
At seven she is petite for her age, small and cute and very pretty even without those teeth that got knocked out so many months ago. She is funny and loves talking in different accents, especially an Italian accent. She says when she grows up she wants to live in France. She loves a good joke and some bad ones too.
At seven she loves ballet and dances all the time. I catch her in line at the post office, in the aisles of the supermarket, outside in the garden, in her room, everywhere, dancing, pointing her toes, practicing her arm movements, head held high, always dancing. She says without hesitation or doubt that when she grows up she wants to be a ballerina. It has always been this way with her, an absolute confidence, quiet but certain that she will always dance.
At seven she has lots of friends but if she sees them out she will be very shy and can hardly say hello, unless it is her very best friend and then they are nothing but noise and energy. She loves dressing up and acting out plays and putting on shows. She has a flare for the dramatic.
At seven she is loving and kind. She often writes me love notes telling me how very much she loves me. She loves spending time with her family in her home. She is affectionate and gentle. She has recently started a relaxation service for family members where she will massage your hands or your feet or you can have an additional hair brushing service.She loves spending time with her big brother and they rarely squabble but enjoy their various games and enterprises. As I type this they are making videos on the recently unearthed Flip.
At seven she loves art. She loves to draw and paint and can usually be found in our little art room working on some creation or other. Her work is bold and colorful and often funny.
At seven she loves books and is an avid reader. I love when I find her curled up on the sofa, nose in a book, completely absorbed with whatever she is reading. Sometimes I find her lounging in an armchair thumbing through my old copies of Martha Stewart Living and that never fails to make me smile.
At seven she is a pure joy to me. I feel so unbelievably lucky that I get to be her mother, to grow and laugh and sometimes cry with her. To see the world through her eyes and bask in her light. She is my sweet little love, my darling turtle dove.