Seven years of challenging moments.
Seven years of wiping runny noses, and drying tears.
Seven years of kissing owies.
It seems like nearly every day now, you say or do something that makes me catch my breath. You seem, sometimes, so very grown-up.
Happy birthday, baby girl.
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