Happy birthday to your sweet girl! (At least, I assume it’s her birthday, and not some random day on which you suddenly thought, oh my gosh she’s seven.)
Seven, it just seems so impossible. On the one hand, the time has gone so fast. On the other hand, it’s impossible to imagine there was ever a world without a Rilla in it – and I don’t even actually know her, so it must be even more so for you. She certainly has made the world a better place, just in the delight we get from your stories of her.
(I read that old post, by the way, and had to smile over your mentioning blog names. Every time you call her by her real name it takes me a few seconds to adjust, she is so much Rilla to me. But I love her real name too :-))
Many, many blessings to her, and hugs sent from the ends of the earth 🙂
Yeah, like, what? Joshua just turned 11 — eleven — a few days ago and I just dunno … Seven seems enormous. Old. Worldly. Sevens are becoming so sware of the world around them, in books and art and nature and language. It’s wonderful to witness, and a tad unnerving: we get glimpses, through seven, of their grown selves.
Oddly though, remembering baby Rilla being born (blog-born 🙂 ) it seems so much longer ago than seven years. That life seems decades ago, in many ways ….