Being Seven

Everyday I have a moment of amazement as I watch Kyla and observe how grown up she is becoming. She reads, writes, types and Skypes. She’s helpful and likes to organize. She knows how to work the DVD player and the microwave. We have “grown-up” conversations. Sometimes I forget she’s only 7.

And then we walked to daycare this morning and she barked and panted like a dog the entire way there. Yup, she’s still 7.