Today, my first baby turns 7 years old. That sounds so strange. How is it possible that that first tiny little bundle I brought home from the hospital in a daze is now 7 years old? This post is going out early in the morning, so I won’t have seen her as a 7-year-old yet, but there are a few things I want to remember forever about 6-year-old Campbell.
She scored 3 goals in soccer this year.
She was the cutest little witch for Halloween.
She has started to really love singing to music. Music class is her favorite “special” at school.
She is my little “project” girl. She loves to draw and do craft projects.
She is always telling me that we need to “make a list”. Wonder where she got that from?
She had her first sleepover.
She wanted her long hair cut so she could send it to Locks of Love.
She was finally able to take a joke from her Daddy.
She learned to juggle scarves for her first grade talent show when her Mommy, sadly, didn’t really think she could do it.
She has started to take on more responsibility at home (granted, she expects 25 cents each time), but she does chores willingly.
Happy 7th Birthday, Campbell! I am so proud of who you are!!