I can't believe it, but my WG is really seven. Seven. She's all missing teeth, sassy voice, frizzy hair, romping in the backyard big kidness now. I can't believe that my baby is gone. But for all of the things that I'll miss about her babyhood and even her little girlness, I really like the person that she's becoming. She feisty, but loving. She's fiercely loyal, but able to back down when she needs to. She's a fashionista that's not afraid to sweat and play "boy games." She's all rock and roll spunkiness. And I just love her to death. Here she is as we walked through the parking lot at the Chapel Hill mall. She was in regular clothes, her hair was a mess and she looked....well....perfect.
