Marley is seven. Prior to this month I didn't realize that seven is considered a milestone year. All of the mothers in my July 2008 birth club are pining for time to slow and wondering how its all gone so fast.
If I hadn't witnessed this pining over and over on Facebook every day this month, multiple times a day I would not have realized this was even a thing. Because my now seven year old is still the gentle, insightful girl she's been since the day she got over being a slightly handsy but adorable toddler who liked to pull hair. She likes magic and sparkles and showmanship. She values kindness and the difficulty that comes with being a good guy (or at least a good guy most of the time). She likes shows and books and people who make her smile. Values sentiment and familiar comfort; doesn't value market value.
She is still the best big sister I've ever seen.
She still sleeps with a snow cap of Bob's either on her head or if it's too hot laying by her head on the pillow.
Marley is very special and I am blessed to have her in my life.