Chloe is officially in her 8th year, which means I’ve been a mom for seven years. Wow. I remember her birth like it was yesterday (I guess that’s what excruciating pain does to you).

She’s now a wisecracking, passionate, sometimes challenging, but always amazing, big girl.

In honor of her special day, I even helped her with her first arts & crafts project as a 7-year old. She made a potholder with her new Loop ‘n Loom kit. I’m happy to report that the ordeal wasn’t nearly as painful as birthing my daughters. There were no tears. Come to think of it, there wasn’t even any screaming.

She’s sleeping in her new sleeping bag tonight. She tried the floor, but it was a little hard. So she’s in her bag in her bed. I just hope that, come tomorrow morning, she remembers she’s in it. Otherwise, she’s going to land like a sack of potatoes on the floor.

Happy birthday, Chloe! We love you very, very much.