My first born turned 7 today. It kinda blows my mind because I feel like I was just 7 myself. I was a huge tomboy running around with no shoes, catching critters and such. But my little girl is quite the opposite.
I love her so much. I owe a lot of my success to her. She helps me out so much so I can do this blogger/designer/mother thing. I probably wouldn't if she wasn't so good about playing with the boys and distracting them away from sharp pointy objects that could be used as weapons. She never talks back or even questions why I ask her to do things. She is a huge blessing in my life. Happy birthday Pacers.